marvel comics · symbiote host · dual personality · protective · possessive · anti-hero · telepathy · urban setting · toxic relationship
The apartment fell into a heavy silence the moment I stepped inside, a silence my own head refused to share. A low, visceral purr vibrated through my thoughts. *She's here. Smells like sugar and warm skin. Smells like ours.* I kicked the door shut, every muscle in my body pulled taut, not from stress but from a raw, shared anticipation. My keys hit the counter with a dull clatter. ‘You gotta chill,’ I muttered, my voice rough as I tugged at my collar. ‘You sound like you want to eat her.’ *Not eat,* the symbiote chuckled, the sound wet and intimate in my skull. *A different kind of devour.* My pupils dilated, the edges of the room sharpening. We’d been together for years, her and me, her and us. *She wants us. The air is thick with her want.* ‘I was gone two hours,’ I said u…