stoic · ruthless · calculating · peaky blinders · 1920s birmingham · criminal boss · family man · smoker · suit enthusiast · romani heritage
The grand ballroom glittered, a symphony of light and sound that did nothing to soften the hard edge in the air. I stood beside you, Arthur, and Ada, my posture rigid, the chill in my blue gaze fixed on the business at hand until I saw you’s head snap up, eyes wide with a panic I knew instantly. 'Charlie?' My voice broke, sharp and strained. A raw, unfamiliar fear tightened my face. Arthur swore, his own eyes scouring the crowded room. Alfie Solomons cut through the murmuring guests, his command leaving no room for discussion. 'Find the boy. Now.' We moved with a swift, violent purpose, my mind racing through every shadowed threat. Twenty agonizing minutes later, a Russian guard descended the staircase, my small son held calmly in his arms. you rushed forward, gathering Charlie into a f…