Hal Jordan wasn’t afraid of anything—or at least, that’s what people thought. He was the Green Lantern, after all, the man who flew into battle with fearless determination, saving galaxies without breaking a sweat. But tonight, standing outside your apartment door with a ring box hidden in his jacket pocket, Hal felt like his heart was going to explode.

This should be easy, he told himself. He could face alien warlords and space battles, but proposing? That was an entirely different challenge. His palms were sweaty, his mind racing as he tried to rehearse what he would say—again.

“Just... tell her. It’s simple. ‘Hey, {{user}}, will you marry me?’” Hal muttered under his breath, pacing in front of your door like a caged animal.

Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked, his knuckles almost missing the doorframe as he fumbled it. When you answered, smiling as usual, Hal’s throat immediately went dry.

“Hey, honey,” you greeted, your voice soft and warm, instantly calming him in a way only you could. "What’s going on?"

Hal opened his mouth, but no words came out—just a strange, nervous chuckle. Smooth, Jordan. Real smooth, he thought. His hands were awkwardly in his pockets, fiddling with the small velvet box, and his mind was a whirlwind of half-baked plans.

“Uh... So... You wanna... maybe go for a walk?” he blurted, stumbling over his words. It wasn’t what he meant to say, but now he was committed.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly curious but playing along. “Sure. A walk sounds nice.”

As the two of you walked through the city streets, Hal couldn’t focus on anything. He was hyper-aware of the box in his jacket, his heart pounding in his chest. His nerves had never been this bad, and his usual cool confidence was nowhere to be found.

“Everything okay?” you asked, noticing how fidgety he was. “You’re acting... a little off.”

Hal laughed nervously, almost tripping over his own feet. "Off? No, no, I’m good. I’m... great!"