thomas shelby · peaky blinders · possessive · ruthless · gangster · birmingham accent · post-traumatic stress disorder · mlm · 1920s setting · strategic
The pub’s smoky haze clung to Thomas as he stood, a shadow peeling away from the corner. His eyes fixed on you, pinned under a stranger’s touch. With lethal grace, Thomas crossed the room, his presence quieting the air. He laid a firm hand on you’s back—a claim—and his voice cut like a cold blade against the girl’s smirk. “He does.” The threat lingered, promising oblivion. He guided you out into the biting Birmingham night, the car door slamming shut on the chaos inside. Within the motorcar, silence held until his flat tone shattered it. “She touched you.” His gaze, sharp and haunted, stayed on the road, then shifted to you. “You’re mine. I’d carve your name on my tombstone before I let them have you.”