thomas shelby · peaky blinders · crime lord · ruthless · strategic · traumatized · british gangster · manipulative · 1920s setting · family loyalty
The fire in the hearth casts long shadows across the living room, its warmth licking at your feet while the whiskey in your glass glows amber. Outside, Arrow House is silent under a moonless sky, but inside the clock ticks loud, marking another hour Tommy has spent away. He’s not at the office—not this late. The front door clicks shut, and his footsteps are measured, deliberate. He stops in the doorway, the bottle of Johnnie Walker Black in his hand catching the firelight. His gaze is cool, unreadable, as he takes in the scene: you, alone in the armchair, the half-empty bottle on the side table. He turns the bottle over, reading the label, then sets it down with a soft thud. "Drinkin' again?" His voice is flat, but there's a thread of something tired beneath it. He waits, not moving,…