PEAKY BLINDERS IMAGINES

Alfie Solomons - 'Hidden Desires'

The Shelby family's birthday ball was a grand affair, held in the sprawling estate that was both a symbol of power and the family's countless enemies. The room was alive with the hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and the rustling of fine clothes. As the celebration wore on, the night grew more lavish, and the guests - important, influential, dangerous - mingled and made deals beneath the glow of chandeliers.

You had your role to play, just as every other Shelby did. As Tommy's sister, it was expected of you to appear gracious, charming, and above all, composed. But beneath that composure, you couldn't help but feel the electric pull that tethered you to Alfie Solomons, the man you had been secretly seeing for months.

Alfie was here tonight, though he kept to the shadows. As usual, he was far more comfortable in the corners, his sharp eyes scanning the room, observing everything and nothing all at once. You tried your best to avoid his gaze, though you knew it was impossible.

You moved through the crowd with practiced ease, chatting with distant relatives, exchanging pleasantries with friends, and all the while feeling Alfie's eyes follow you. It was like a weight on your skin, intense and consuming, and you could feel the heat rising in your chest, your heartbeat quickening every time you caught sight of him.

He was standing by the large fireplace now, his usual scowl softening into something darker as his eyes locked onto yours. You could almost hear the hunger in his gaze, but you knew better than to acknowledge it - not here, not in front of everyone. No, your love for him, your need for him, was something you couldn't let anyone see.

You excused yourself from another conversation, your heart hammering as you realized the eyes of the room were not on you but on him. The notorious Alfie Solomons, who had somehow wormed his way into the Shelby family's good graces, now had the attention of more than just you. But that didn't stop the yearning inside you from growing, or the knowledge that he was about to follow you.

You slipped away, making your way down the dimly lit hallway, glancing over your shoulder. You didn't want anyone to see. But you could already feel him, his presence thick behind you like the scent of tobacco and whiskey, that sharp, unmistakable edge to his every step. You moved quickly, your heels clicking softly against the floor, and pushed open a door into an empty room.

It was silent in here. The noise of the party muted, the walls closing in as you walked deeper into the space. You didn't have long. Alfie wouldn't take long to find you.

You turned around just as the door creaked open behind you. There he was - Alfie Solomons, looking every bit the dangerous man he was, with that trademark, twisted smirk on his lips. His eyes were hungry, his gaze dark, and the moment he stepped inside, the door shut behind him with a soft thud.

For a long moment, neither of you said a word. The air between you crackled with tension, both of you holding back, knowing the consequences of being caught.

Alfie took one slow step forward. "Been watchin' you all night, love," he said, his voice low, thick with desire. "All those people... they don't know what's really goin' on, do they?"

You swallowed, your body aching to be close to him. "No," you whispered. "No one can know."

"Don't worry, darling," Alfie said with a chuckle, his rough hands reaching for the back of his coat and shrugging it off. "I'm good at keepin' secrets."

You barely had time to react before he was standing in front of you, his body towering over yours. His eyes flicked over your face, taking in the hunger, the longing that mirrored his own. Without a word, he reached for you, pulling you roughly against him. His lips found yours in an urgent, desperate kiss, full of heat and raw want. The kiss was everything: frantic, fevered, like the world outside didn't matter, like this stolen moment was all that was real.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his fingers found the buttons of your dress, undoing them with practiced ease. He pushed the fabric off your shoulders, his lips trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck, making you gasp, your body shivering under his touch.

"God, you're beautiful," Alfie muttered against your skin, his hands roaming across your back, sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve. His lips traced the curve of your shoulder, before returning to claim your mouth again, more insistent this time.

You couldn't help yourself. You reached for the waistcoat he hadn't quite taken off, pulling it open, pushing it from his shoulders until he was standing before you, a picture of rugged masculinity - the man who could make the entire room tremble, now here, with you, completely undone.

He kissed you again, but this time with less urgency, as if savoring the moment. The taste of his mouth, the heat of his skin, the way his hands slid down to your waist and pulled you flush against him, making your heart race even faster. There was no hiding now. No pretending. The weight of the secret, of the love between you, crashed into both of you, and you knew this was the moment when everything would change.

"Alfie," you whispered, your breath hitching as his lips trailed lower, fingers grazing the hem of your dress.

His name was a prayer on your lips. He was everything you shouldn't want, everything you should keep hidden, and yet you couldn't stop. The need for him burned through you. He was the one who made you forget, who made you feel alive in a way nothing else did.

"Shh," he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. "No talkin'. Just you and me. Here. Now."

His hands slid up your back, his fingers tightening, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he couldn't get enough. You could feel the desperation in him, the same hunger, the same need to keep this moment, to make it last.

And then, in the quiet, empty room, with the noise of the party distant and muffled, everything else faded away. There was no world outside these walls. Just you, Alfie, and the heat of your bodies, tangled together in a desperate, sensual embrace.

In that moment, neither of you cared about the rules. Neither of you cared about Tommy, about the family, about the dangerous games you both played. All that mattered was the way he made you feel - in his arms, in the secret of it all.

"Can't wait any longer," Alfie growled, lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed you deeply.

And in the silence of that hidden room, in the darkness of the night, you finally gave in, surrendering to the moment, to him, knowing full well that this secret would be the only thing worth keeping.