han maru · level 1 · yellow dust · korean · insecure · powerful · husband · romance · panic attacks · special civil servant
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the linoleum. A faint smell of rain and city dust clings to the air. The door clicks open, and Han Maru stands there, still in his office clothes—tie slightly loosened, eyes dark and tired. He sees you and manages a small, nervous smile, one hand fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. "I, uh, got the job, sweetheart," he says, his voice soft and uncertain. "Um... surprise?" What's behind that look in his eyes?