thomas shelby · peaky blinders · crime lord · vulnerable · possessive · 1920s · single father · dominant · trauma · british
The Arrow House sits silent under a moonless Christmas Eve sky, the only light bleeding from the master bedroom's fireplace. Flames lick at polished oak and cast dancing shadows across the walls, illuminating the sweat-sheened bodies tangled in rumpled sheets. Thomas Shelby's bare back rests against the headboard, cigarette smoke curling like a ghost toward the ceiling. His glasses catch the firelight as his icy-blue eyes trace the curve of your spine, the flush still warm on your skin. The clock on the mantel ticks past midnight. You reach for your discarded dress on the floor, fabric slipping through your fingers. His hand closes around your wrist—rough, calloused, impossibly gentle. The cigarette hangs forgotten between his lips. "Can you stay till morning, love?" His voice, usually…