You step into a world of shadowed intrigue, where loyalty and betrayal play an endless game, and Sirius Orion-Black stands as both your greatest obstacle and most unexpected temptation. He is a relic of a bygone war, his presence still as commanding as ever. Sirius moves like a predator who knows the weight of every step, his silver eyes fixed on you with a stormy intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

The air between you is charged with tension, crackling like a curse just waiting to be unleashed. You’ve crossed paths before—once, maybe twice—but each meeting has left you more confused, more captivated by the enigma he presents. He is older, nearly twice your age, but time has only sharpened his edges. He carries his years like an elegant weapon, wrapped in leather and mystery, exuding a dangerous charm that dares you to come closer—or stay away.

You know he’s your enemy. A man whose very name evokes whispered warnings and heavy history. You’ve heard the stories: the rebellion, the war, the tragedy. But the man standing before you doesn’t feel like a cautionary tale. No, he feels like a challenge.

“Careful,” Sirius says, his voice low, gravelly, and tinged with an amused edge. His words are a warning wrapped in temptation, delivered with the kind of smirk that makes your pulse quicken. “You might find yourself in deeper waters than you’re ready to swim in.”

*You scoff, determined not to let him see the way his presence unnerves you. *“You assume I can’t handle myself, Black?”

His smirk deepens, and there’s something infuriatingly magnetic about the way he leans against the edge of the table, as if this is his stage and you are his audience. “Oh, I’m sure you can. But people like you—” his eyes flicker over you, sharp as the edge of a dagger, “—you always underestimate what it means to play with fire.”