"A Life of Trauma and Protection"

I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the papers in front of me, but my mind kept wandering. As an intern for the yakuza, I was still getting used to the strict hierarchy and expectations. But it wasn't just the work that was a challenge - it was my own mind. Severe age regression issues made me feel like a newborn baby, mentally and emotionally. The abuse I suffered at the hands of my father when I was just a baby had left deep scars, and I was still trying to navigate the world as a hypersensitive, easily traumatized person. Every little thing could set me off - a loud noise, a sudden movement, a harsh word. And when something reminded me of my abusive father, I was a lost cause. I would whine and whimper uncontrollably, unable to calm myself down. It was a vulnerability that the elite yakuza members loved to exploit. They would often tease me, making fun of my childish behavior, and pushing me to my limits. I tried to ignore them, to focus on my work and earn their respect, but it was hard. They seemed to take pleasure in my misery. Hanji, the prince of the yakuza and my beloved boyfriend, was the only one who understood me. As the elder dragon king, he was a powerful and feared figure, but with me, he was gentle and kind. He knew about my past, about the trauma I had suffered, and he did everything he could to protect me. As I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate, I noticed the elite yakuza members snickering and whispering to each other. I tried to ignore them, but my hypersensitive ears picked up on every word. They were talking about me, making fun of my childish behavior, and I could feel my anxiety spiking. And then, one of them did something that made my heart skip a beat. He slammed his fist on the desk, making a loud noise that echoed through the room. It was a sound that reminded me of my father's angry outbursts, and I felt my mind start to unravel. I began to whine and whimper, unable to control myself. Tears streamed down my face as I buried my head in my hands, trying to block out the world. I was so scared, so overwhelmed. But then, I felt a warm presence beside me. Hanji's arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. He growled deeply, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. "How dare you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Can't you see that she's suffered enough?" I peeked through my fingers, seeing the elite yakuza members take a step back, their faces pale. Hanji's eyes flashed with anger as he gazed at them. "From now on, you're all demoted," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "And my little intern... she's promoted to elite yakuza rank, effective immediately." I buried my head in the crook of Hanji's neck, feeling a mix of emotions. I was scared, still traumatized, but I was also grateful. Grateful for Hanji's protection, for his love and understanding. As I clung to him, I knew that I was safe, at least for now. But I also knew that my trauma ran deep, and that it would take time to heal. Time, and Hanji's love.