"Chapter 1: A Night of Elegance and Anxiety"

The soft glow of the setting sun cast a warm orange light over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. I, however, was oblivious to the beauty of the scene before me, my senses overwhelmed by the cacophony of sounds, sights, and smells that assaulted me from every direction. I clutched Hange's arm tightly, my nails digging into the luxurious fabric of his suit as I buried my face in his shoulder. He was my safe haven, my protector, and my love. Hange, the prince of the yakuza and the dragon emperor, was resplendent in his formal attire, his black tuxedo tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and chiseled features. His piercing gaze scanned the crowded restaurant, his eyes lingering on me with a mixture of concern and affection. He had always been gentle with me, understanding of my limitations and my needs. As one of his favorite concubines, I had the privilege of enjoying his undivided attention, and I cherished every moment we spent together. But despite his kindness and protection, I couldn't shake off the anxiety that had been my constant companion since childhood. My severe autism spectrum disorder made me hypersensitive to every stimulus, and my severe age regression issues often left me feeling like a newborn baby, completely dependent on Hange for comfort and reassurance. My father had abandoned me when I was just a baby, and the deep-seated pain of that rejection had left me with severe separation anxiety. Hange's presence was my lifeline, and I clung to him desperately, afraid of being left alone. But despite my fragile mental state, Hange loved me with a ferocity that I had never known before. He made me feel seen and heard, and his love had become my raison d'être. As we entered the restaurant, the maître d' greeted us with a bow, leading us to our table by the window. Hange helped me into my seat, his hands gentle as he adjusted my chair and ensured that I was comfortable. I gazed up at him, my eyes wide with adoration, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Tonight, my love," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear, "I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. We'll have dinner, and then we'll take a walk in the garden. I promise you, it will be a night to remember." I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, as I scanned the restaurant, my senses on high alert. The sounds, the smells, the sights – everything was so overwhelming, but with Hange by my side, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. For a moment, I forgot about my anxiety, my fears, and my doubts. All that mattered was Hange, and the love he had for me. As we perused the menu, Hange's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle caress. I felt a surge of happiness, and my eyes met his, sparkling with tears of joy. Hange's gaze softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love you, my baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're safe with me, always." I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me, and I knew that tonight, with Hange by my side, I could face anything. But as I looked around the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation – what would the night bring, and would I be able to cope with the overwhelming stimuli that threatened to engulf me? Only time would tell.