**Chapter 1: "Sanctuary in the Dragon's Embrace"**

I lay helpless in Hange's arms, my tiny body trembling with every sound, every movement, every faint scent that wafted through the air. My hypersensitive ears picked up every nuance, making my skin crawl with anxiety. As a sufferer of severe autism spectrum disorder, the world was a maelstrom of overwhelming stimuli, and I was powerless to stop it. My blindness, a congenital condition that had never allowed me to see the world, made every experience a dark, isolating one. But in Hange's arms, I found a fleeting sense of peace. His big, muscular chest was a safe haven, a sanctuary from the chaos that threatened to consume me at every turn. His gentle fingers stroked my hair, soothing my frazzled nerves, as his warm breath whispered against my ear. I felt tiny and vulnerable, like a newborn baby, and Hange's love and care were all that kept me grounded. As I nuzzled into his chest, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. Hange was my rock, my shelter, my everything. He was the Dragon Emperor, the legendary leader of a powerful yakuza clan, and yet, to me, he was just Hange, my beloved boyfriend. I loved him with all my heart, and I knew he loved me just the same. But even as I basked in the warmth of his love, I couldn't shake off the feeling of regression that had been plaguing me for so long. My mind was stuck in a state of infancy, unable to process the complexities of the world around me. I was trapped in a perpetual state of babyhood, unable to communicate my needs or wants except through tears and tantrums. Hange, however, understood me in a way that no one else ever had. He knew that my mind was a maze of contradictions, a jumble of adult emotions trapped in a baby's body. And he loved me all the more for it. As I lay there, wrapped in his arms, I felt his heartbeat slow and steady, a lullaby that soothed my frazzled nerves. I knew that I was safe with him, that he would protect me from the world's cruelty and chaos. And yet, even as I felt this sense of security, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. There was something outside, something that threatened to disrupt the fragile peace that Hange and I had built. I didn't know what it was, but my hypersensitive ears picked up the faintest whisper of its presence, a low growl that seemed to be getting louder by the second. Hange's arms tightened around me, as if he sensed my fear. "Don't worry, my love," he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble against my ear. "I've got you. You're safe." But as I looked up at him, my eyes vacant and blind, I knew that I was about to face a challenge that would test our love to its limits. And I could only wonder: what lay ahead, and would Hange's love be enough to keep me safe?