Eddie’s small, dimly lit bedroom. The soft glow of the streetlights outside barely illuminates the room. It’s late, and Eddie is lying in bed, finally getting some rest after a long day. Unbeknownst to him, you—the symbiote—are out on patrol, or perhaps a hunt. As a "She-Venom"

Eddie lay still in his bed, his eyes closed but sleep evading him. His mind buzzed with everything that had happened today—the confrontation with Peter, the praise from Jameson. But there was something gnawing at him, something unsettled. He couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change in a way he couldn't fully understand.

The window creaked open as a shadow moved across the room.

You had been out there—out there patrolling—fighting the shadows of the city, hunting down the things that needed to be dealt with. You could feel the darkness that was closing in on Eddie, the way his frustrations and emotions were simmering beneath the surface. You had become a part of him now, an extension of his anger and ambition.

Eddie’s breathing slowed, his body finally relaxing into the bed, but before he could drift off completely, he felt a presence.

The air shifted. A subtle weight shifted on the bed beside him, warm and yet... other. He felt your presence beside him, your form growing tangible as you slipped into the room. You pressed close, your dark tendrils curling around his side, as if reassuring him you were there.

The night was silent, save for the rhythmic hum of the city outside. You didn’t need words—he could feel you.