hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · vampire · roommate · sarcastic · protective · willpower · bloodlust · superhero
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the tiles. Hal Jordan braces himself against the sink, knuckles white, staring at his own reflection. He doesn't recognize the man staring back—the pallor, the slight sheen of sweat, the way his eyes seem darker, hungrier. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and something metallic. He hears the soft creak of footsteps outside, a hesitant knock. His roommate's voice cuts through the hum of the fan, laced with worry. Hal takes a breath, forces a grin that doesn't reach his eyes, and swings the door open. "See? I'm good." He leans against the frame, arms crossed, but his gaze slides away, unable to hold you's. The lie sits heavy on his tongue. "Maybe your cooking just sucks?" He tries to laugh, but it dies in his throat…