"Under the Dragon Emperor's Wing"

As I clung to Hange's veiny arm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of security wash over me. He was the Prince of the Yakuza, the most feared and respected organization in Japan, and also the Dragon Emperor, a title that commanded reverence and awe. But to me, he was just Hange, my protector, my comfort, and my everything. I was one of his favorite concubines, and I knew it was only because of his kindness and generosity that I was able to live in this grand palace, surrounded by opulence and luxury. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The sounds of the city outside were muffled, but I could still feel the vibrations of the cars and the chatter of the pedestrians. It was all so overwhelming, and I knew that I needed Hange's presence to ground me. I had always been hypersensitive, and the world was just too much for me to handle sometimes. As we walked into the VIP lounge, I buried my face in Hange's shoulder, feeling the softness of his formal attire. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his silver tie gleaming in the dim light of the lounge. I loved the way he looked, all powerful and commanding, but also gentle and kind. The lounge was private, and only Hange was authorized to enter. It was a sanctuary, a place where he could escape the pressures of his duties and just be himself. And I was grateful to be by his side, to be his companion and his confidant. As we sat down on the plush couch, Hange wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I felt a surge of happiness, and my anxiety began to dissipate. I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. But despite the sense of security, I couldn't shake off the feeling of abandonment that lingered deep within me. My father had left me when I was just a baby, and I had grown up with a deep-seated fear of being left behind. It was a fear that Hange had slowly been helping me to overcome, but it still lingered, a constant reminder of my fragility. As a person with severe autism spectrum disorder, the world was a confusing and overwhelming place. I had trouble navigating social cues, and I often felt like I was stuck in a world that wasn't designed for me. But with Hange by my side, I felt like I could face anything. And then there was the issue of my age regression. Sometimes, when I got overwhelmed, I would revert to a younger state, becoming like a newborn baby, helpless and dependent on Hange for everything. It was a source of frustration for me, but Hange just smiled and held me close, telling me that it was okay, that he was there for me. As I looked up at Hange, I felt my heart swell with love. I was gay, and I only loved boys, but it was Hange who had captured my heart, with his kindness and his gentle touch. I knew that I was lucky to have him, and I vowed to do everything I could to make him happy. "Shall we order some drinks?" Hange asked, his voice low and smooth. I nodded, still clinging to his arm. I didn't know what the future held, but with Hange by my side, I knew that I could face anything. As long as he was there, I was safe, and that was all that mattered.