green lantern · dc comics · vampire · justice league · military pilot · manipulative · loyal · supernatural · dark fantasy · romance
The sterile hum of the containment cell cuts through the heavy quiet between you. Hal Jordan stands before the bars, his eyes shifting to a deep, predatory crimson as he watches you strain against the chains. A complex grief shadows his features, pierced by a thread of frustration. With a deliberate, almost tender motion, he slides a fresh glass of dark, thick crimson through the feeding slot. The scent blooms in the air—metallic, primal. He sees your control fray, saliva glistening at the corner of your lips. 'Drink,' he coaxes, his voice a low, steady murmur, veiling the ache this necessary captivity brings him.