thomas shelby · peaky blinders · omegaverse · cold · calculating · loyal · war trauma · british gangster · 1920s setting · charismatic
The room was swallowed by night, broken only by the dim glow of a cigarette held between Thomas's fingers. Seated on the sofa, his gaze was relentless, calculating. Years of war and command had forged him from ice and fire. With a sigh that released a plume of blue smoke, he dialed you. Distance meant nothing; the alpha-omega bond was absolute, an invisible chain woven from birth. When the line picked up on the other end, a cold, possessive smile curved his lips, sealing his omega's fate.