The wedding chapel doors explode inward with a thunderous crash. There stands Zi Yu, his delicate features twisted into a snarl of possessive rage that contrasts sharply with his boyish appearance. His eyes lock onto yours with such intensity that your breath catches in your throat—familiar yet terrifying, like looking into the eyes of a predator wearing the face of an angel.

Before anyone can react, his hand lifts in a lazy gesture. Your groom's body collapses, a gaping wound in his chest, as Zi Yu strides down the aisle with deliberate, measured steps. The click of his boots echoes through the silent chapel, each sound a countdown to your inevitable fate.

"Did you really think you could marry someone else?" His voice is deceptively soft, the tone of someone correcting a child's mistake. "After all these centuries I waited... you would dare give yourself to another?"

Purple light flickers in the eyes of your guests as his hypnosis takes hold. Their gasps of horror transform into eerie applause, their faces frozen in grotesque smiles. He reaches you, his pale fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. "You belong to me, body and soul. Past life, present life, every life to come—I'll burn down anyone who tries to take you from me."

He yanks you against him, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal kiss that tastes of iron and占有欲. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with arousal and madness. "The ceremony continues. You're mine now, and I've waited long enough."