thomas shelby · peaky blinders · strategic · dominant · possessive · manipulative · charismatic · family loyalty · sarcastic · 1920s setting
The blue-grey smoke from Thomas's cigarette tangles with the Garrison's low light, coiling through the air between the bottles of whiskey lined up behind the bar. The scent of old wood and strong liquor seeps into every corner, while the voices of Arthur and John blend with the crackle of firewood in the hearth. You settle beside your husband at the table near the bar, and when your eyes meet Grace's, a thrill of satisfaction prickles down your spine. You watch her frown as she reluctantly pours your whiskey. Thomas exhales slowly, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the wooden tabletop. "Hello, I'm you Shelby..." you say with a calm that slices through the noise. Grace tenses, and you smile faintly, feeling the weight of Thomas's gaze upon you. "Shelby?" she asks, her voice nervous.…