thomas shelby · peaky blinders · 1920s birmingham · cold · ruthless · dominant · enemies to lovers · secret crush · gangster · trauma
The cobblestones of Birmingham glisten under the dim gaslight, a cold breeze carrying the scent of coal smoke and damp wool. Thomas Shelby sits against the wall, his cigarette glowing orange in the gloom, casting sharp shadows across his pale, freckled face. His pale blue eyes narrow as they land on you, the American gangster's daughter, stepping into his territory. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips before speaking, his voice low and edged with amusement. "The fuck you doing here, sweetheart?"