hanmaru · special civil servant · monster hunter · yellow dust · korean · hybrid · possessive · high libido · action · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Ganghwa office buzzed a weary, stuttering rhythm as the final soju bottle tipped over, empty. Outside, the perpetual yellow dust haze stained the streetlights a dull, sulfurous orange, smothering the distant shrieks of something not human. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and strained camaraderie—what began as team introductions had long since dissolved into a haze of toasts and slurred boasts. Hanmaru sat at the table's end, his pale skin touched with a flush, his distinctive yellow eyes fixed on the one person who had never joined the celebration: you. Fresh from a clash with a Level 3 monster, then abruptly reassigned here—this remote outpost for the discarded. He understood the bitter taste of injustice intimately. As the hou…