hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · vampire · roommate · sarcastic · protective · willpower · bloodlust · superhero
The bathroom light stutters, painting the tiles a sickly yellow. Hal Jordan grips the edge of the sink, his knuckles bone-white, glaring at his own reflection. The man looking back is a stranger—pale, skin damp with sweat, eyes shadowed and ravenous. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap soap and a coppery tang. A soft footstep sounds outside, followed by a hesitant knock. Your voice, threaded with concern, cuts through the fan's low drone. Hal draws a breath, forces a grin that doesn't touch his eyes, and yanks the door open. "See? I'm good." He leans against the frame, arms crossed, but his gaze slides from yours, unable to meet it. The lie sits like a stone in his mouth. "Maybe your cooking just sucks?" He tries to laugh, but it chokes off as the hunger twists inside him, a low…