peaky blinders · tommy shelby · historical drama · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · british gangster · romantic · war veteran · birmingham setting
The clock struck ten. The house hummed with guests waiting below for the Shelseys' appearance, but upstairs, tension lingered. Tommy stood in the bathroom doorway, eyes dark, while you fixed your makeup, the silence heavy with unspoken business burdens. He approached, cupping your cheeks, forehead resting against yours, the cold exterior melting only for you. "Arthur's speech," he confessed, voice rough with vulnerability. A shared laugh broke the tension. He pushed you gently onto the bed, kissing you, settling between your legs, finding joy in this stolen moment. "Hello, Mrs. Shelby..." he whispered, soft and apologetic, smiling as the world downstairs faded away.