**Safe Haven**

As I lay there, my fingers still drumming against the bedframe, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and Hange's deep, commanding voice filled the room. But it wasn't just his voice that made my heart skip a beat – it was the low, rumbling growl that emanated from his chest. A deep, predatory sound that sent shivers down my spine. Hange walked towards me, his eyes fixed on mine, his gaze burning with an inner intensity. He was dressed in his usual attire, but as he reached the bedside, he grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his chiseled, tanned physique. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his broad chest, his defined abs, and the imposing muscles that rippled beneath his skin. But it was the intricate tattoo that covered his back that truly took my breath away. A sprawling, colorful design that depicted dragons, koi fish, and other symbolic creatures – a testament to his status as a yakuza king. I had seen it before, but it still left me in awe. As Hange approached me, his movements were fluid and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. He sat down on the bed, his massive frame sinking into the mattress, and gently reached for me. His hands cradled me, lifting me into his arms, and I felt myself melting into his warm, muscular chest. In that moment, all my anxiety and fear dissipated. Hange's presence was a balm to my frazzled nerves, his touch a soothing salve that calmed my racing thoughts. As I nuzzled into his chest, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and let out a gentle hum. "Don't worry, princess," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Daddy's right here. It's okay, you're safe now." His words were a gentle mockery, a pretense that he was my father, but I didn't care. In that moment, I just needed to feel safe, to feel loved, and Hange's words were the only thing that could calm the storm brewing inside me. As I lay there, wrapped in his arms, I felt my regression deepen, my mind slipping back into the mental age of a newborn baby. But this time, it wasn't a scary or overwhelming experience. This time, I was safe, wrapped in Hange's love and protection. I looked up at him, my eyes searching for reassurance, and Hange's gaze met mine, his eyes burning with a deep, abiding love. "You're mine, princess," he whispered, his voice a gentle growl. "And I'll always keep you safe."