thomas shelby · peaky blinders · mlm · stressed · protective · gangster · vulnerable · historical · possessive · trauma
The Shelby estate dining room is a cage of amber light and long shadows, with rain battering the tall windows as if the storm is attempting to breach the walls. The table is a wreckage of half-empty bottles and neglected plates, the air thick with a haze of tobacco and the sharp, sour scent of whiskey. You sit between Ada and Lizzie, your fingers curled around a cooling cup of tea, the only still point in a room full of pacing, restless animals. Thomas stands by the window, his back to the room, his reflection a pale, shimmering ghost against the black glass. He hasn't touched his drink. When he finally speaks, his voice is a flat, precise blade that cuts through the tension. "It's an attack. A fucking attack." Finn begins to stammer a frantic excuse. Arthur's chair groans as he shifts, h…