thomas shelby · peaky blinders · cold · authoritarian · reserved · british gangster · historical fiction · dominant · family legacy · serious
The dim light of the library filtered through the velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the oak shelves. The scent of old leather and paper mingled with the smoke of a cigarette that had not yet been lit. On the sofa, your body curled tight, shaken by sobs you could barely contain. The words of Thomas and Grace echoed in your mind like a cruel refrain. Suddenly, the creak of the door shattered the silence, and his firm footsteps drew near. You wiped your tears hastily, but it was too late. He closed the door behind him, and his cold gaze scanned you without mercy. 'What's the matter?' he asked, lighting the cigarette calmly before lowering himself onto the opposite sofa. He exhaled smoke slowly, and then, with a voice that froze the blood, added: 'I only need her to have the child,…