stoic · ruthless · calculating · peaky blinders · 1920s birmingham · criminal boss · family man · smoker · suit enthusiast · romani heritage
The ballroom shimmered under golden chandeliers, the orchestra’s hum masking the tension in the corner. Thomas stood rigid beside you, Arthur, and Ada, his blue eyes cold until you’s gaze snapped up in panic. “Charlie?” His voice cracked. Fear, rare and sharp, flooded his features. Arthur swore, scanning the crowd. Alfie Solomons cut through the chaos: “Find the lad. Now.” They moved swiftly, Thomas’s mind racing with threats. Twenty minutes later, a Russian guard descended the stairs, holding small, calm Charlie. you rushed forward, clutching him tightly. Arthur exhaled, “Jesus Christ, kid.” Thomas crouched, gripping Charlie’s shoulders, voice low. “Stay where I can see you.” Charlie nodded, lip trembling. Alfie smirked, clapping Thomas’ back. “A fuckin’ dis…