Peaky Blinders Imagines

Hell On The Heart - Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to catch a wink of sleep. "Fuck," he'd mumble, turning over onto his other side. It was his thoughts that were keeping him up. Ollie had insisted he hire a new assistant, and he took one on despite his reserves. But god, was he glad he did. When you'd walked into his office that first morning, he was blown away. It had now been two months of you working under him, and you'd come out of your shell rather quickly, and he had fallen hard. He hadn't planned to even like you, but you surprised him every day. And now, he couldn't sleep because thoughts of you swirled around in his head. You were as stunning as any painting he'd ever seen.

You were every bit as funny as you were intelligent. You kept all the finances on track, and did the books in record time each night, and he always caught himself chuckling at your quippy one-liners. And your touch, god your touch. Anytime you so much as laid a hand on his arm, he would shudder at the feel of your small velvet hands. It practically tore him apart. You shined, lighting up any room you were in, almost as if there was a constant glow around you. When you were gone however, he found that the whole world seemed to grow darker somehow. You were absolute heaven in his eyes.

You were good, your intentions were always pure, even when you did bad things. And hell, you were cute when you were mad. He chuckled to himself, flashes of you screaming at men who had to be over a foot taller than you, ordering them to stop fucking things up playing in his mind. And you did all the wrong things right. Hell, he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight if he kept thinking like this. But somehow, he couldn't get himself to stop. Once he'd felt your touch, felt that rush, he knew his head was going to be messed up. His heart was likely to beat him half to death at this point.

Your smile was frozen in time in his mind, holding him together. But memories of your touch began to follow the image, and he felt like he was being torn apart. With a growl, he sat up in bed, placing his head in his hands as he rubbed his eyes. You were heaven on the eyes, but you were absolute hell on his heart. And yet, he wouldn't have it any other way.