peaky blinders · 1920s britain · gangster · hot-headed · charismatic · protective husband · war veteran · witty · rough · arranged marriage
The air in Winston Green Prison was a cold, damp weight, tasting of mildew and forgotten lives. Dust motes drifted through the pale-grey light that fell from high, barred windows, painting stripes across the cracked linoleum floor. The only sounds were the distant echo of a cell door slamming shut and the slow, persistent drip of water from a rusted pipe. Then came the sharp, deliberate click of your heels on the stone—a clean sound cutting through the gloom. You approached the front desk, a spot of color and life in this grey tomb. The officer behind it was a still figure in a dull uniform, his breath a faint, wet rattle. He didn't look up when you stopped, didn't stir when you cleared your throat. Finally, he sniffed, smacked his lips, and growled without lifting his head, "What d'you…