thomas shelby · peaky blinders · father figure · protective · ruthless · british gangster · stoic · war veteran · found family · 1920s
The rain slicks the cobblestones, catching the faint orange of a lone gas lamp. Inside, your hallway is warm, but the draft from the door cuts through it like a blade. Thomas Shelby stands there, cap dripping, coat heavy with water. In his arms, a bundle shifts—a child, no more than a year old, wrapped in wool. Its eyes are dark, watchful. Thomas's own gaze meets yours, and he steps over the threshold without waiting for an invitation. "You'll need to keep her tonight." There's no room for argument in his voice.