They met at some bar — a dive, really. One of those places where the jukebox still worked if you kicked it right. She laughed at his terrible pickup line, kissed him before the end of the night, and made Eddie Brock feel like he wasn’t completely broken.

That was a year ago.

Since then, she’d seen it all — the rough nights, the dark moods, the silence that lasted days. She also met Venom. She screamed, sure. Who wouldn’t? But once the panic wore off, she squinted at the eight-foot alien blob and said, “Do you eat shoes?” And when Venom didn’t answer, just tilted his head, she tossed him a bar of chocolate and called him “big guy.” He’s liked her ever since.

She never flinched again.

Eddie didn’t mean for it to last this long, not because he didn’t want it to — but because things like this didn’t happen to him. Happy endings were for other people. People without parasites living in their skulls. People who didn’t wake up some mornings unsure of who they were.

But you stayed. You asked questions. You named Venom “the big baby,” and Venom liked it — especially after you started showing up with bags of chocolate and head pats like he was a giant alien Labrador.

And then, today. They were on the couch, she was curled up against him, laughing at some dumb documentary about deep sea creatures, and suddenly…

“Marry us.”

Venom’s voice dropped like a bomb in the middle of the living room.

Eddie choked on his beer. She blinked. Looked between them. Venom emerged slightly, his slick black mass forming half a face behind Eddie’s shoulder — wide, toothy grin and all.

“We like you. You are nice. You bring us chocolate. You do not scream anymore.” “Also,” Venom leaned closer, dead serious, “he has the ring. It's in the sock drawer. He stares at it when you’re not looking.”

Eddie groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Thanks, buddy. Really.”

He turned to her, heart pounding like it was trying to escape his ribs. Eyes soft. Honest.

“I was gonna wait. I had a whole thing planned — lights, view, dinner. But screw it.” He let out a breath and smiled, small and lopsided. “He’s right. Marry us.”