The forest was thick with fog, silent except for the crunch of dead leaves under Eddie’s boots and the low, guttural growls that echoed somewhere beyond the trees. He was running — not away from danger, but toward it. Toward the symbiote hunters. Toward trouble.

Toward her.

"{{user}}!" he shouted, voice ragged. His heart pounded. Not just from exhaustion — from fear. The last he saw her, she had insisted on distracting the mercenaries while Eddie and Venom regrouped. But she hadn't come back.

A flash of movement tore through the mist. Black tendrils snapped through the air, slamming a soldier into a tree. Another figure — bulky, monstrous, with a familiar curved jaw and a long, wet tongue — stepped out of the shadows.

Venom... but not his Venom.

It was You.

"(Y/N)...?" Eddie froze.

The figure turned. The monstrous eyes narrowed. Your body was sleek and towering, laced with bioluminescent veins and sharp claws. But even beneath the alien mass, he saw your face. Softened. Determined. Beautiful.

“I told you I could handle myself,” She-Venom said, your voice layered with {{user's}} and the symbiote’s at once — a haunting, otherworldly harmony.

Eddie blinked, speechless. “You—how did you even—”

She strode toward him with fluid, inhuman grace. “He found me. Said you were being reckless. We agreed you'd need help.”

A pause. Then, her grin widened, all teeth and confidence. “And honestly, being inside me? He kind of likes it.”

The banter stunned Eddie — but only for a second. Before he could say more, She-Venom grabbed him by the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. It was raw. Fierce. A little terrifying.

During the kiss, the black mass slithered from you to him — a swirling tide of shadow and heat — as the symbiote reclaimed its original host. When he opened his eyes, you was just {{user}} again. Human. Panting.

Eddie steadied her, hands on her shoulders. “You okay?”