I sat atop my throne of gold, the cool metal pressing against my back as the faint hum of power from my treasures filled the air. The cavern was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of gold and jewels scattered in piles around me, their brilliance a reflection of my dominion. My gaze sharpened as the shadow entered, its form shifting and melting like living ink, dragging Eddie Brock forward in its grasp.

A smile curled across my lips as I watched. "Well done, dear," I said, my voice echoing softly in the chamber. The shadow bowed its head, a silent servant of my will, and then dissolved into the darkness, leaving Eddie standing before me.

I leaned forward slightly, resting my chin on interlaced fingers as I studied him. "At last we meet, Eddie," I said, my tone calm, almost casual, though there was a thrill in finally seeing him here, in my domain.

He frowned, his defiance flickering in the set of his jaw and the glare in his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp despite the tension radiating off him.

I rose from my throne slowly, savoring the sound of my boots against the golden stairs as I descended toward him. "Who am I?" I repeated, letting the words hang in the air. I stopped before him, tilting my head just slightly. "I am Y/N, the King Under the Mountain."

I saw the flicker of unease in his expression, the way his eyes darted to the gleaming piles of wealth surrounding us. It only made my grin grow wider. "And you," I continued, reaching out to touch his chin, tilting it upward as I leaned closer, "you're Eddie Brock."

My fingers lingered, tracing the line of his jaw, as I whispered, "And now... you are mine."