"A Night in the VIP Lounge"

The crisp black suit, adorned with intricate silver threading, gleamed under the dim lights of the limousine's interior. Hange, the prince of the yakuza and the revered Dragon Emperor, sat beside me, his veiny arm wrapped protectively around my waist. I snuggled deeper into his side, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence. My eyes wandered to the windows, where the city lights blurred by like a kaleidoscope of colors, making my head spin. I whimpered softly, and Hange's grip on me tightened. As one of his favorite concubines, I had grown accustomed to the luxuries and privileges that came with being under his protection. But despite the opulence surrounding me, my mind often wandered back to the pain of my past. My father's abandonment had left an indelible mark, one that manifested in my severe autism spectrum disorder, making me hypersensitive to the world around me. The slightest sound or touch could send me reeling, and my mind would regress to a state of infancy, leaving me feeling vulnerable and scared. As we arrived at the private VIP lounge, accessible only to Hange, I felt a thrill of excitement. The soft hum of the elevator and the gentle whoosh of the doors opening soothed my frazzled nerves. We stepped into the plush, velvet-draped room, and I gazed around, taking in the sights and sounds. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and fine whiskey. Hange's tail, long and sinuous, wrapped around my fragile body, holding me close as he led me to a plush couch. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his arm. He ordered for us, his deep voice commanding attention as he spoke to the waiter. I watched, mesmerized, as he effortlessly navigated the complexities of the yakuza world. As he began his meeting with the elite members, I grew restless. The sounds of their conversation, though muffled, still grated on my nerves. I fumbled for my sensory toys, a soft stuffed rabbit and a tactile ball, and began to play, the familiar textures and sounds calming my racing thoughts. Hange noticed my distraction and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned down, his voice low and soothing, "Don't worry, my love. You're safe here. I'll take care of you." I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his, and felt a surge of love and adoration. I knew, in that moment, that I would do anything to make him happy. As I ate the food he had ordered for me, I couldn't help but steal glances at Hange. He was everything to me – my protector, my comfort, and my love. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my mind whispered, He's mine. I love him. And I know he loves me too. The meeting seemed to be wrapping up, and Hange's attention turned back to me. He smiled, his eyes sparkling with warmth, and reached out to gently stroke my hair. I leaned into his touch, feeling my anxiety melt away. For now, in this moment, everything was right with the world. What happens next?