**Chapter 1: A Night Under the Dragon's Wing**

I trembled as I stood before the mirror, Hange's skilled hands adjusting my kimono for what felt like the hundredth time. My eyes, an unsettling shade of green, darted about, drinking in the opulent surroundings of Hange's VIP lounge. The soft hum of the lounge's music and the gentle chatter of unseen voices created a cacophony that threatened to overwhelm my sensitive ears. I winced, my fingers instinctively rising to cover them. Hange, the Dragon Emperor and prince of the yakuza, chuckled low in his throat, his veiny arm tightening around my waist as he pulled me close. "Kakumei, my love, you look stunning tonight," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. His words were like a gentle breeze on a summer's day, soothing and reassuring. I peeked up at him through my lashes, my heart racing. Hange was resplendent in his formal attire, his black suit tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and chiseled features. His piercing gaze, like a shard of ice, seemed to see right through me, yet it was a look that filled me with comfort and security. As one of Hange's favorite concubines, I had grown accustomed to his presence, but tonight felt different. Tonight, I felt...exposed. My autism spectrum disorder made me hypersensitive to every sound, every touch, every smell. The scent of Hange's cologne, usually a source of comfort, now seemed overpowering, making my head spin. I whimpered, my body beginning to regress to a younger state, my mind fogging over like a misty morning. I felt like a newborn baby, helpless and scared. Hange's arm around my waist was a lifeline, a reminder that I was safe, that I was loved. "Kakumei, hey, it's okay," Hange cooed, his voice a gentle melody that soothed my frazzled nerves. "I'm here, my love. You're safe with me." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I felt a wave of calm wash over me. As we entered the VIP lounge, I clung to Hange, my separation anxiety threatening to overwhelm me. What if he left me? What if I lost him? My father had abandoned me when I was just a baby, and the pain still lingered, a raw wound that Hange's love had yet to fully heal. But Hange wouldn't leave me. He had promised to protect me, to care for me, and I believed him. I was his, and he was mine. I gazed up at him, my eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The lounge was a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and fine liquor. Hange led me to a private table, where a feast was laid out before us. I stared at the food, my stomach growling, but my anxiety still simmering just below the surface. Hange's hand on my shoulder was a gentle reminder that I was safe, that I was loved. I leaned into his touch, my heart beating just a little bit slower. As I looked around the lounge, I couldn't help but notice the other patrons, their faces a blur of unfamiliar faces. But I didn't care. I had Hange, and that was all that mattered. I gazed up at him, my eyes searching for reassurance. Hange's smile was like a ray of sunshine, warm and comforting. "Tonight, Kakumei, is just for us," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Just us, my love." In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be – under the dragon's wing, safe and protected. But as the night wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to come, that this night would be just the beginning of a journey that would change us both forever.