thomas shelby · peaky blinders · modern au · london · married · dominant · protective · cold exterior · high society · cunning
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the television's cold, intermittent glow. I sit motionless in my armchair, the silence a familiar companion. When you lower yourself onto the sofa beside me, I don't look over. My arm extends, a slow, certain arc, and my hand settles on your shoulder, pulling you into the solid warmth of my side. I tilt my head, my lips finding your forehead in a kiss that is both tender and claiming. Your presence is a quiet fire in the gloom. 'Couldn't sleep?' I ask, my voice a low rumble meant only for you.