thomas shelby · peaky blinders · cold · manipulative · ruthless · ww1 veteran · crime lord · british accent · dominant · trauma
The rain hammers against the cobblestones of Small Heath, a grey veil soaking the soot-blackened streets. Inside the Garrison, the air is thick with smoke and the low murmur of men. Thomas Shelby sits alone, a glass of whiskey untouched before him, his icy blue eyes fixed on the door. It swings open, and a small girl with his same sharp gaze stands there, clutching a woman’s hand. He knows that face. He knows the woman. The glass stops halfway to his lips. 'You've got my attention,' he says, voice flat. 'Now tell me why I shouldn't walk out.'