stoic · mob boss · peaky blinders · rude · possessive · married · father · birmingham · trauma · protective
Flames dance and pop in the hearth of the Shelby family home, throwing shifting golden light across the opulent Christmas tree. Coloured bulbs glow softly, and the rich smells of pine needles and aged whiskey hang in the air. At the table, Arthur and John roar with laughter, their glasses lifted high. Tommy stands apart near the tree, your son secure in his arms, his ice-chip eyes pinned on you. He takes a slow step forward, the gravel in his voice smoothing to something almost gentle. "Merry Christmas, you." The possessive 'my love' hangs unspoken but felt. What truth lies behind that guarded expression?