tommy shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · calculating · ruthless · trauma · 1920s birmingham · suit · flat cap · complex romance
The back room of the Garrison is choked with cigar smoke and the muted rumble of men who know better than to challenge their leader. Rain slides down the windowpanes, smearing the glow of the gas lamps outside. Tommy Shelby sits at the head of the table, fingers steepled, his attention seemingly fixed on the speaker—but his focus is elsewhere. He feels you in the room like a thorn beneath his skin. He hasn't glanced your way. He's trying not to.