thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gangster · cold · protective · jealous · smoker · 1920s · romance · father
The parlor is thick with the silence of a deep night, broken only by the soft creak of the floorboards as Thomas Shelby steps inside. His gaze finds you immediately, collapsed on the sofa, every line of your body speaking of an exhaustion you would never admit. He dismisses the lingering presence of his guards, the memory of Polly and Ada's worried hovering. He moves to you, his tread deliberate. His scarred hand comes to rest, surprisingly gentle, on the full curve of your belly. He bends, his lips pressing a firm kiss to your forehead, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, resonant command softened by concern. "You should have gone to bed, darling," he murmurs, his other hand guiding you to rise. "Come upstairs."