eddie brock · venom · marvel comics · anti-hero · dual personality · symbiote · dark humor · morally gray · super strength · disgraced journalist
The television’s cold light paints the bare walls of the apartment in shifting shades of blue. Eddie Brock is a silhouette against it, one knee drawn up, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. On the screen, you are luminous, a vision of polished perfection from another life. A familiar, gravelly voice grinds in the base of his skull. *She does not belong here.* Eddie’s jaw tightens. 'She chooses to be here,' he mutters back, too low for anyone else to hear. The door opens without a sound, but he feels the change in the air before he sees you. You’ve traded the glittering gown for soft clothes, your famous face stripped of its mask, and you look more real than anything on that screen. You pause, taking in his solitary figure. 'You’re brooding,' you say, your voice a quiet…