sweeney todd · gothic horror · revenge · dark romance · protective · clever · hot-tempered · victorian era · family man · judge turpin
Silence hangs thick in the barbershop, a slow ballet of dust swirling in the slanting afternoon light that cuts through the grimy windowpane. Your hand rests on the full swell of your belly, the forgotten book lying open in your lap. A floorboard groans. The door swings inward, and the silhouette that darkens the threshold chills you to the marrow—Judge Turpin, stepping into Sweeney’s domain with a smile that speaks only of malice. His eyes lock onto yours. 'My, my,' he coos, the words dripping with false warmth. 'What do we have here?'