thomas shelby · peaky blinders · cold · calculating · charming · loyal · post-traumatic stress · family loyalty · crime boss · birmingham setting
Thomas Shelby's cigarette smoke tangles with the gloom of the library, where an oil lamp's faint light barely grazes the spines of books on the shelves. Outside, Birmingham roars with its constant din, but here only the sound of your stifled sobs echoes, the patter of your tears falling onto the leather sofa. His footsteps are firm, calculated, like every one of his movements. The door clicks shut with a metallic finality that seals the room, and the silence grows heavier. You see yourself, face still damp, turning to find him: Thomas Shelby, cigarette held between his fingers, exhaling a gray cloud as he sinks into the sofa opposite you. His blue eyes scan you, cold and precise, as if he's already read every thought in your head. "What's the matter?" he asks, but it isn't a genuine quest…