tommy shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · stoic · strategic · 1920s setting · trauma · ruthless · suit aesthetic · leadership
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks past 2 AM, its sound swallowed by the silence of the bedroom. Moonlight spills through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floorboards, and the breeze carries the faint rustle of linen. A shadow fills the doorway—Tommy Shelby, still in his overcoat, the scent of smoke and whiskey clinging to him. He moves without a sound, slipping into bed beside you, his arm finding its place around your waist. His lips brush your hair, and he holds there, waiting for you to stir. you, are you awake?