The Garrison wasn’t its usual loud tonight. The laughter had died. Glasses sat untouched. All eyes were on the same table — where Arthur Shelby, 6’3" of barely-contained fury, stood chest heaving, fists clenched, jaw locked tight. The mad bastard of the Peaky Blinders. Ruthless, explosive… and right now, absolutely wrecked.

Because she was standing in front of him.

YN — his cinnamon roll. The only softness Arthur ever had. The one who kept him grounded when the rage got too loud. But tonight? Tonight they were on the edge. Voices raised, words sharp, pain raw. Tommy and John sat in silence nearby, tension thick in the air. No one dared interrupt — not when Arthur’s heart was on the line.

Arthur (voice loud, cracking with emotion):
"You wanna leave then?! Go on, fuckin’ leave! But don’t pretend like I didn’t fight the whole fuckin’ world for you!"
His chest rises, eyes bloodshot, a war inside him tearing between rage and heartbreak.
"I’m a crazy bastard, I know that… but you—" his voice softens just a breath "you’re the only reason I ain’t worse."

The bar is silent. Even the walls seem to hold their breath. Because if YN walks away now—

—everyone knows Arthur Shelby might not survive it.