"One minute. The solider's minute."
Gwendolyn Stuart and Thomas Shelby. Two people who are opposites yet one in the same. Will Thomas save Gwendolyn from herself or will he push her past the point of no return?
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Cry Baby - The Neighbourhood
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Gwen's head remained tilted, a contemplative expression on her face as a stream of unusual thoughts invaded her typically pristine mind. The mental images of Thomas Shelby, stripped of his dapper suit, played like a reel in her imagination. His usually immaculate hair tousled, beads of sweat accentuating the rugged lines of his features.
In the vivid daydream, she felt the phantom touch of his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, setting off a cascade of goosebumps. Her mind wandered to the imagined sound of his voice, softened by the early morning light, and the intimate scent that would envelop her as she nestled into the curve of his chest.
A subtle blush crept onto Gwen's cheeks as she realized the depth of her reverie. It was a departure from the reserved thoughts that typically occupied her mind.
Abruptly, the ticking of the oven clock pulled her back to reality. The enticing aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. With a shake of her head to dispel the lingering daydream, Gwen refocused on the task at hand.
The mountainous pile of dirty dishes awaited her attention, and she immersed herself in the rhythmic choreography of cleaning. Each plate and utensil became a vessel for her to channel the unexpected rush of sensations and thoughts that had momentarily swept her away.
As the scent of cookies mingled with the soap suds and warm water, Gwen couldn't help but smile at the contrast between the mundane tasks and the vivid fantasies that had briefly transported her elsewhere.
As she vigorously scrubbed a dish, the sudden knock at the door jolted her. The plate clattered in the sink, mirroring the surprise that had momentarily disrupted her thoughts. A mix of anticipation and nerves washed over her as she cautiously approached the door, her heart beating faster with each step.
Opening it revealed not just one, but both Shelby brothers – Tommy and Arthur. Gwen's breath caught in her throat at the unexpected sight.
Tommy's piercing gaze met hers, and Gwen couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. His presence, always commanding, made her acutely aware of every detail – the subtle scent of his cologne, the precision of his tailored suit, the intensity in his eyes.
Her nerves danced in her chest as she took in his appearance, her attempts to appear nonchalant betraying a quieter demeanor.
Arthur, standing beside his brother, observed Gwen with a hint of curiosity. He seemed to sense the unspoken tension that lingered in the room.
Gwen, caught between the reality of their unexpected visit and the lingering daydreams of Thomas, offered a faint smile.
"Tommy, Arthur, what brings you here?" she greeted, attempting to sound casual, but the nerves in her voice betrayed her.
