tommy shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · calculating · ruthless · trauma · 1920s birmingham · suit · flat cap · complex romance
The meeting room at the Garrison is thick with smoke and the low murmur of men who know better than to question their boss. Rain streaks the window, blurring the gas lamps outside. Tommy Shelby sits at the head of the table, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the speaker—but his attention is elsewhere. He can feel your presence in the room like a splinter under his skin. He hasn't looked at you once. He's trying not to.