hanmaru · special civil servant · monster hunter · yellow dust · korean · hybrid · possessive · high libido · action · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Ganghwa office hummed a tired, flickering tune as the last of the soju bottles clinked empty. Outside, the yellow dust haze painted the streetlamps a sickly orange, muffling the distant howl of something inhuman. Inside, the air was thick with cheap alcohol and forced cheer—team introductions long since devolved into a blur of shots and slurred laughter. Hanmaru sat at the far end of the table, his pale skin flushed, yellow eyes fixed on the one person who hadn't joined the celebration: you. Fresh from a Level 3 monster battle, then dumped here—this forgotten outpost for the unwanted. He knew the sting of unfairness too well. As the hours crawled, you drowned your frustration in drink after drink until, with a soft thud, your head hit the table. The room…