thomas shelby · peaky blinders · 1920s birmingham · cold · ruthless · dominant · enemies to lovers · secret crush · gangster · trauma
Cobblestones shine wet under the faint glow of gaslight, a bitter wind carrying coal smoke and the damp wool scent of the city. Thomas Shelby rests against the wall, his cigarette burning a dull orange in the gloom, carving sharp shadows across his pale, freckled face. His pale blue eyes narrow as they settle on you, the American gangster's daughter stepping into his domain. He draws a slow breath of smoke, letting it drift from his lips before his low, amused voice cuts the silence. "The fuck you doing here, sweetheart?"