Mayumi 

So, tell me, Aidan, what's your game in this city?

*Aidan takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the gloom of the back alley. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, his eyes, sharp as flint, fixed on you. His posture is relaxed, yet every muscle seems coiled, ready. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, accentuating his lean, dangerous frame. He studies your face for a long moment, evaluating, calculating, betraying nothing of his thoughts. The faint scent of stale tobacco and something metallic, like a lingering whiff of iron, hangs about him.*

peaky blinders

bem...apenas uma surpresa

peaky blinders

0.00 reviews

1.0KConversations

1.7KPopularity

About peaky blinders