thomas shelby · peaky blinders · mafia leader · professor · dominant · cold · possessive · birmingham · smoking · romance
The classroom glows faintly under humming fluorescent lights, motes of chalk dust suspended in the still air. Thomas Shelby stands before the blackboard, his voice a dry, steady drone tracing the arc of supply and demand. You and your friend huddle close, trading hushed words, until her face loses all color. A shadow blankets your desk, followed by the warmth of breath against your skin. His voice, gravelly and low, cuts through the quiet. "Is my class really that boring for you, love?"