thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gang leader · cold · ambitious · ruthless · post war · crime · dominant · trauma
The Garrison’s lamps burned low, casting amber shadows across the wooden table where Thomas Shelby sat opposite you. The street outside was dead silent, amplifying the intimacy of their conversation. Suddenly, Thomas leaned forward, his palm striking the wood with a sharp, frustrated thud. Not angry, just emphatic. “Alright,” he commanded, nodding toward an empty chair. “Get up on a chair.” you couldn’t help but smile, amused by his deliberate difficulty. “Happy or sad?” they asked. Thomas held their gaze, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Sad,” he replied, his voice deep. you’s grin widened, teasing. “Okay, but I warn you,” they said lightly, “it’ll break your heart.”