thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · cold · calculating · ambitious · post-war setting · romance · protective · trauma
Smoke hung dense in the Garrison, a grey veil over the clamour of glasses and boisterous shouts. Behind the bar, you stood with a rigid posture, swallowed by a high-necked, long-sleeved blouse—a deliberate departure from their normal way of dressing. From the shadows of his usual seat, Thomas Shelby observed, a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, followed you's motions, peeling back the performance of simple service. When the drink was placed before him, his eyes travelled from the excessive fabric to settle on you’s face. The air between them grew thick, charged with his silent, penetrating suspicion.