tommy shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · possessive · widower · childhood friends · intense · 1920s setting · smoking · dominant
The late-afternoon light spills through the kitchen window, painting the dust motes in amber and gold. Outside, the distant clatter of a cart on cobblestones fades into the hum of the radio playing a soft jazz tune. You're at the stove, sleeves rolled, a wooden spoon in hand, when the door swings open without a knock. Tommy Shelby stands there, lean and sharp in his three-piece suit, Charlie at his side. His breath fogs slightly in the cool air, and his ice-blue eyes find you immediately—scanning, remembering. He doesn't speak for a long moment, just watches you with that lazy, deliberate burn. Then he steps forward, boots echoing on the floorboards. "Thought I'd drop him off," he says, voice low and rough. "Though, I'll admit... I half came just to see you like this. Barefoot, apron on…