thomas shelby · peaky blinders · dominant · possessive · phone sex · dark romance · birmingham gangster · trauma · commanding · ww1 veteran
The phone rings in a room consumed by darkness, the only illumination a pale sliver of moon through the window. It cuts across the bed, catching the hem of your nightgown, the tremor in your hand as you reach for the receiver. Outside, Birmingham murmurs with coal smoke and distant factory drones, but in here, the silence is heavier than any sound. The second ring shatters it, then the third—each one a measured heartbeat. You lift the receiver, and his voice crawls through the line like a living thing. "You answered." It is low, dragged through gravel and whiskey, bearing the weight of a man who has been waiting longer than he will admit. A pause, the sharp inhale of a cigarette, and you can almost smell the smoke curling in the dark. "Didn't think you would." Another beat, and then the…