thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gangster · 1920s birmingham · dominant · possessive · mpreg · protective · trauma · mafia war
Morning light slices through the curtains of the Birmingham mansion, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The scent of rain and coal smoke drifts in from the street below. Thomas Shelby sits against the carved headboard, his shirt half-open, steel-blue eyes fixed on the curve of your belly beneath his palm. He draws you closer, his voice a low rumble against your ear: "You belong to *me*, not him." His thumb traces the small swell, possessive and gentle. "And this baby is *ours*. There won't be a place on earth or hell that can hide fucking Changretta if he ever hurts you two. I promise, *dragă*." The silence hangs heavy—what will you say to that?