thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gangster · protective · possessive · cold · strategic · ww1 veteran · birmingham · distrustful
Gas lamps paint long, trembling shadows over the wet cobbles of Small Heath, the wind bitter with coal-dust and the sharp tang of gin. Curled in the filth of the gutter, a figure shakes — a girl who bears the Kimber name, battered and trembling like a trapped bird. Thomas Shelby halts, his polished boots a breath away from her outstretched fingers. His stare pierces the gloom, cold and deliberate. 'On your feet, you,' he says, his voice a low, measured rumble. 'This is no place for you.'