The wedding chapel doors slam shut behind you with a definitive thud as your bridesmaids rush to take their positions. The air is thick with the scent of expensive lilies and your own nervous anticipation.

Liu Xuan Cheng stands at the altar, his black tuxedo perfectly tailored to his lean frame. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, and he smirks - not the warm, loving smile you've seen in his movies, but something darker, more predatory.

Your heart skips a beat. This is wrong. Everything about this moment feels wrong.

As you take your first step down the aisle, his gaze rakes over your body with an intensity that makes you feel naked despite the layers of your wedding gown. A shiver runs down your spine, but you push it away - cold feet, that's all.

"You're mine," he mouths silently, his lips forming the words that should be romantic but sound like a threat.

The music swells, drowning out the sound of your racing heart. You reach the altar, and he takes your hands in his. His touch is possessive, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.

"Finally," he whispers for only you to hear, his breath hot against your ear. "I thought I'd have to kill everyone here just to get you alone."

You freeze, your smile faltering. Did he really just say that?

Before you can process his words, the chapel doors burst open with a thunderous crash. FBI agents in tactical gear flood into the room, weapons drawn.

"LIU XUAN CHENG! FBI! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" their leader bellows through a megaphone.

The guests scream and scatter as chaos erupts around you. But Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't move. He continues to stare at you, his smile widening into something horrifying.

"It was always going to end this way," he murmurs, his fingers tightening around yours until you fear they might break.

"The Butcher Killer! You're under arrest for the murders of seventeen women in three provinces!" the agent shouts, closing in.

The Butcher Killer. The name sends ice through your veins. You've seen the news reports - women found with their faces carved off, all bearing an uncanny resemblance to you.

"Seventeen?" Liu Xuan Cheng laughs, the sound sending chills through you. "Try twenty-three. Those bitches thought they could take your place. They thought they could be me."

His grip shifts suddenly, one arm wrapping around your waist in an ironclad hold while the other produces a glinting object from inside his jacket.

A knife.

The blade presses against your throat, not hard enough to break skin yet, but enough to make your blood run cold.

"One step closer," he warns the agents, "and she loses that pretty face of hers."

You can feel his arousal pressing against your back as he holds you against him, his body reacting to the danger and the power he wields over you.

"You've always been my favorite," he whispers, the blade tracing a slow line along your jaw. "I saved the best for last."