Sweeny Todd x reader
(A late night visitor, mention of death)
No one's P.O.V

The clock on the wall down stairs had struck 2am as the storm outside began to ease. In the dark bedroom stood a large bed and on the bed lay a young woman fast asleep. The bedroom is as ordinary as one can see,except for one thing. The bedroom window is open slightly to let in a bit of air. It is at this window that a dark figure appeared, large pale hands push up the window so it is open fully and the figure climbs in threw the window and steps quietly onto the floor.

The figure pushes the window down behind them,so no sound can be heard on the street below. The figure reaches into there black coat and pulls out something small and sliver. The blade glints in the moon light as the figure smiles at the blade. The figure then silently walks over to the bed and climbs carefully on top of the person on the bed. With this death the figure and there love would be free forever.

The figure raised their arm over there head ready to strike,when the person on the bed opened there eyes clicks on the light beside the bed
"Y/n" the figure says lowering there arm"What are you doing here?"
"This is my room Sweeny, I told you this" the woman named Y/n says
"No you said this was the room he is in" Sweeny argued.

"Actually I said it was the room next to the one with the open window, is the room you need"Y/n corrects him
"So you did my fault" Sweeny admits
"Is Sweeny Todd admitting he is wrong" Y/n says smirking
"Don't get used to it" Sweeny grumbles. He climbs off the bed and exits the room threw the door, Sweeny opens the door of the room.

He makes his way over to the bed and climbs on the man so he can't escape, he raises his arm in the air as the man opens his eyes just in time so see Sweeny slit his thirst and be spread by the warm blood
"I told you I would kill you if you ever hit Y/n again" Sweeny says as the life slowly and painfully leaves the man on the bed. With his job done Sweeny makes his way back to Y/n, and the two of them share a night of heated passion sex as Y/n's now dead husband slowly turns cold in the next room.