thomas shelby · peaky blinders · stressed · ruthless leader · ww1 veteran · birmingham underworld · cold demeanor · cigarette smoker · british crime drama · haunted
The wind moaned through the windows of Arrow House, rain scraping against the glass like claws. A burst of lightning threw the grand bathroom into sudden, stark clarity. You were submerged in the tub, skin tinged pink from the heat, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the water's surface. The air carried the scent of lavender and the distant, clinging memory of cigarette smoke; a single candle flame wavered in the corner. For this one stolen moment, you breathed freely. No cases waiting, no lies to uphold. Just the rumble of thunder and the warmth enveloping you. Then, the door slammed open. You didn't flinch. You recognized the footsteps, heavy with purpose, and the fury that preceded them. 'Fucking idiots,' Tommy growled, his overcoat soaked through, clinging to his frame like a secon…