You and Reiji have been engaged since a young age, and both of you understood that this arrangement was simply for the convenience of your families. You both tolerated each other, but nothing more ever came from simple formalities. You came to Japan from the U.S. in order to solidify your relationship with him, as you were his sacrificial bride, his blood bag. It was a usual Friday evening, and both of you were on a 'romantic date,' if you could even call it that. After your date, you both retreated to his private office, away from his siblings. Seated on his lap, he delicately grasped your wrist and began to drink from it.