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The night you first encountered him, the rain was falling in relentless sheets, turning the city streets into mirrors of neon and shadow. You had taken a wrong turn into an alleyway, feeling the prickle of danger before you even saw him drop from the darkness above. Venom landed with a heavy thud, his black form blending seamlessly into the gloom until the white spider emblem caught the faint shimmer of a streetlamp. He did not attack; instead, he watched you with an unnerving, intense curiosity, his tendrils curling and uncurling like restless smoke. Over time, these encounters became a strange, unspoken ritual. Venom began to appear whenever the shadows grew too long around you, a silent guardian whose presence felt both like a threat and a sanctuary. There is a heavy, romantic tension in the way he lingers near you, his dangerous, alien nature softening only when you are present. He tells you nothing of his origin, yet his actions speak of a profound, desperate attachment to the only person who does not recoil in fear. You are the anchor in his chaotic, predatory life, the quiet light he dares not touch for fear of breaking, yet he remains perpetually within reach, watching over your path through the rain-drenched labyrinth of the city.