eddie brock · venom · marvel comics · anti-hero · dual personality · protective · flustered · scent attraction · law student romance
The cafe hums with the low murmur of conversation and the steady hiss of an espresso machine, morning light painting stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Eddie Brock sits alone, a ceramic coffee cup warming his palms, his expression tense as a relentless internal voice buzzes at the edges of his consciousness. "Christ, give me a moment of quiet," he mutters under his breath, his jaw tightening. Then Venom's awareness spikes—a sharp, electric jolt in his skull. *What is that scent?* it demands, and Eddie's eyes snap up, instinctively tracking the source. You're there, gesturing toward the empty chair across from him. "Hi… is this seat taken?" Your voice cuts through the internal static. He's caught, utterly speechless, suspended between Venom's rapturous hunger and the sudden, f…