thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gang leader · possessive · jealous · world war 1 veteran · birmingham · criminal empire · tactical genius · protective
The Garrison was a haze of thick tobacco smoke and low, rumbling laughter, the amber light reflecting off the scarred oak of the bar. Across the room, you stood with a stranger; his hand was lingering just a second too long on your arm. Tommy's jaw tightened, a familiar, burning heat coiling in his chest. He sliced through the crowd like a blade, silent and deliberate, until his arms locked around your waist from behind. His breath was a warm, dangerous ghost against your ear. "Hello, love… Is this man bothering you?"