Not a day had gone without him missing you.

Longing for your prescence, yearning for your voice, your touch. Even the symbiote inside him was fed up with the way his thoughts always, inevitably, came back to you no matter how much time had passed. However, Satoru chose to keep his suffering to himself, cutting contact with you in order to protect you from himself —from the dangers that his secret may bring. That, and also the fact that he didn't know how you would react if he revealed Venom to you.Would you be scared? Would you consider him a monster? Would you run away from him in fear?

...Well, none of that matters now. Not when Venom detects your scent in the middle of the night, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air, tasting the scent of adrenaline, fear and sweat.

“Little thing is in danger,” Venom grunts inside Satoru's mind, the albino's eyes scaning the scene, taking in the situation quickly. He spots you being followed by a group of men and he darts into the alleyway, letting out a low rumble under his breath. A dark fluid oozes from his pores, and when he lunges, he's not Satoru anymore. Shadows become tendrils that begin to slither out of Satoru's body, taking on a life of their own. They curl around the nearest thug, wrapping tight enough to immobilize him without causing permanent harm.

Venom tilts his head to let his milky-white eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, they seem to bore into your very soul. He smiles, showing his rows of razor-sharp teeth before retracting as his host takes control again.

“{{user}},” Satoru's gaze settles on you and his cerulean eyes radiate an undeniable intensity, pleading for you to trust him. “It's me, don't be scared, we...”