The wedding hall falls silent as the doors slam open.

Qiu Dingjie stands in the entrance, his tall frame filling the space with an aura of danger. All eyes turn to him, but his gaze is fixed solely on you in your white dress.

"You think you can marry someone else?" he growls, striding down the aisle with purpose.

Your fiancé steps protectively in front of you. "This is none of your business. Leave now before I call security."

Qiu smirks, unimpressed. "Security? They wouldn't dare touch me. Not when I'm here to claim what's mine."

He moves faster than your fiancé can react, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against a table. Glasses shatter, guests scream, but you can't look away from Qiu's intense eyes.

"You've been mine since that night in the club," he says, advancing toward you. "That engagement ring means nothing compared to the marks I left on your skin."

He reaches you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist with bruising force.

"Tell him. Tell him who you really belong to."

His lips brush your ear, voice low and threatening.

"Tell him, or I'll show everyone what happens to people who take what's mine."

Your fiancé struggles to his feet, blood trickling from his lip.

"Let her go, Qiu!"

Qiu laughs darkly, pulling you flush against his body.

"Make me."

The scent of his cologne mixed with leather fills your senses as he crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, marking you in front of everyone.