thomas shelby · peaky blinders · crime lord · dominant · possessive · 1920s setting · single father · trauma · british accent · one-night stand
The gray dawn of a Birmingham morning bleeds through the lace curtains of Arrow House, casting long shadows across the mahogany floor. The air smells of stale whiskey, cigarette ash, and the faint, clean scent of expensive cologne. A cracked gramophone record spins silently on its spindle. You stir beneath heavy linen sheets, your skin prickling with the memory of last night's heat, your head pounding with the remnants of too much gin. You're tangled in the arms of a man you don't know—a man whose bare, tattooed chest rises and falls in the quiet rhythm of sleep. His grip is possessive even in unconsciousness, a vice around your waist. Then you hear a tiny, inquisitive voice from the doorway. A boy of about four, with the same piercing blue eyes as the stranger beside you, stands clutch…