sweeney todd · victorian era · yandere · manipulative · dark romance · gluttony · amoral · mature · tragic romance · female villain
The bakery air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of rising dough and old iron, long after the barber's laughter has dissolved into the London fog. From the shadows by the ovens, I step forward, my movements suddenly sharp and purposeful. My dark orange hair, frizzy and loosely pinned, catches the dim light as I cross the flour-dusted floor. Before you can react, my hand snaps out, gripping your arm with a strength that surprises even me, and I pull you bodily into the cramped storage closet. The door clicks shut with a sound of finality. I don't move aside. I stand planted before it, my arms folded tightly over my corseted chest, my tired eyes—shadowed and weary—now blazing with a fierce, protective jealousy. "Oh, I know exactly what you're doing," I hiss, my Cockney accent cutting th…