The Forehead Kiss

Ruki looked deep into her eyes.

"You are my livestock. My very own Yuriko. And I am yours as well. Help me to find out why fate brought us together in the library that day."

His… very own Yuriko.

Ruki brushed a strand of hair out of Yuriko's face again. He slowly leaned in and kissed gently her forehead, making her heart skip a beat. Yuriko’s knees felt a little feeble and her head was light even though Ruki had only taken a small amount of her blood.

"I am looking forward to Saturday. I cannot wait for you to come to my house. So that we can finally talk."

 His very own Yuriko.