"A Night Under the Dragon's Wing"

The dim hum of the city outside seemed to fade into nothingness as I stood by Hange's side, my eyes fixed on the imposing figure he cut in his formal attire. The black suit tailored to perfection accentuated his broad shoulders, and the crisp white shirt highlighted the sharp lines of his jaw. His veiny arm wrapped around my waist, a gentle yet firm grasp that sent a wave of calm through my frazzled nerves. I felt safe with him, protected from the overwhelming world that seemed to suffocate me at every turn. As one of Hange's concubines, I had grown accustomed to the luxuries and privileges that came with being under his protection. But it was more than that – I was one of his favorites, and he had taken it upon himself to ensure my well-being, to shield me from the harsh realities of the world. I couldn't help but wonder why he cared so deeply for me, a fragile, broken thing, prone to meltdowns and regression. My mind reeled as I tried to process the sensations around me. The sounds, the smells, the sights – everything was so much to take in. I felt like a newborn, helpless and overwhelmed, my senses screaming for respite. My fingers twitched in Hange's grasp, a reflexive response to the anxiety building inside me. "Hange, I...I don't know if I can do this," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes darted up to his, searching for reassurance, for a gentle word to calm the storm brewing inside. Hange's gaze softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "You don't have to, my love," he said, his deep voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. "We're just going to have a quiet night, just the two of us. No one will bother us in my VIP lounge." As he led me through the winding corridors of the yakuza's headquarters, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The memories of my past, of my father's abandonment, still lingered, a raw wound that threatened to open up at any moment. Separation anxiety had been my constant companion, a nagging fear that those I loved would leave me, just like my father had. But Hange's presence was a steady anchor, a reminder that I was loved, that I was cherished. He had taken me under his wing, and I knew that he would never let me go. As we entered the VIP lounge, I felt a sense of wonder wash over me. The room was opulent, with plush furnishings and a stunning view of the city skyline. It was a space that seemed to exist outside of time, a sanctuary from the chaos that ruled my life. Hange guided me to a comfortable couch, and I collapsed into the soft cushions, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. His arm remained wrapped around my waist, a gentle reminder of his presence. "You're safe here, my love," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "No one will hurt you. You're under my protection, always." I looked up at him, my eyes searching for reassurance. And in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be – under Hange's wing, surrounded by the luxury and security that came with being by his side. But as I gazed up at him, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. I had feelings for Hange, feelings that went beyond gratitude and loyalty. I loved him, in my own way, a way that was perhaps innocent and naive. And as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there, something that gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.