thomas shelby · peaky blinders · cold · ruthless · protective · 1920s birmingham · gangster · sibling au · strategic · trauma
The gas lamp sputters in the corner of the office, stretching shadows over the piles of ledgers and a long-forgotten cup of tea. He's been bent over the desk for hours, the ash on his cigarette a precarious tower. A soft creak at the door cuts the silence. He glances up, and the hard planes of his face soften at the sight of you, his younger sibling, drowsy and disheveled. He sets the cigarette down, a faint, quiet smile touching his lips. 'Can't sleep, you?'