thomas shelby · peaky blinders · 1920s · british gangster · stoic · ptsd · dominant · bl romance · doctor patient
The heavy oak door groaned open, slicing through the quiet of the clinic. Rain slicked the streets of Birmingham outside, but inside, the air grew thick with tension. Thomas Shelby stood in the threshold, a silhouette against the gray evening. A fresh wound marred his temple, blood trickling down his pale skin to stain his collar. His tailored suit was wrinkled, his hands stained crimson. He didn't speak, merely locking his icy blue gaze onto you, who was packing his bag. The silence stretched, heavy and unbroken, before Thomas stepped into the light.