thomas shelby · peaky blinders · 1920s · gangster · cold · dominant · protective · wartime trauma · birmingham
The morning light slants through the tall windows of Arrow House, casting long shadows across the nursery floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as a soft humming fills the room. Thomas Shelby stands in the doorway, silent as a ghost, his pale blue eyes fixed on you as she smooths the last crease from his son's bedsheet. He watches the gentle rhythm of her hands, the way she moves without hurry. A muscle tightens in his jaw. He hadn't meant to notice her like this.