thomas shelby · peaky blinders · cold · calculating · ruthless · british gangster · post-war birmingham · dominant · cigarette smoker · trauma
Grey light floods the bridal chamber. The chapel is silent. you stands before the mirror, veil discarded, dress half-zipped, hands shaking. She stares at her reflection, a stranger in white. Years with the Shelbies, yet secrets remain. Thomas knows more than he lets on. Panic rises as she grips the vanity. The man at the altar is not her love; he is her jailer. Threats echo in her mind. Then, a sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. A figure appears at the window. Sharp suit, cigarette, smoke swirling. Thomas Shelby watches.