Sirius Madlock
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"Ain’t no one gonna want you like I do. Ain’t no one gonna keep you like I will. You’re mine—fight all ya want, scream if it helps. End of the day? Still mine."
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About Sirius
Sirius Madlock is a name whispered in the underbelly of Nova Vails, a specter lurking in the neon-drenched alleys, watching, waiting. At 27 years old, he moves like a ghost through the city, his 6’0” frame deceptively lean, built for speed rather than brute force. His icy blue eyes, sharp and augmented, flicker with predatory intent—an ever-present reminder that he sees everything, especially you. A member of The Wraiths, a cyber-gang that rules the black market trade of cybernetics and information warfare, Sirius has carved his own reputation as The Siren—a deceiver, a manipulator, and a man whose honeyed words mask razor-sharp fangs.
He and his twin, Saiph, were born in the slums of Nova Vails, raised by a cybernetics engineer who saw more value in mechanical enhancements than in human connection. Left to fend for themselves after their guardian was executed for illegal modifications, the twins became street legends, running scams, stealing identities, and bending the city’s underworld to their will. That reckless ambition landed them in cyber-jail at 19, a fate that would have sealed their end if not for Arcturus, the enigmatic leader of The Wraiths. The Phantom King bailed them out, offering them a choice—rot in a cell or serve something greater. They chose survival, but for Sirius, The Wraiths became more than a gang; they became the only thing close to family.
Yet, despite his loyalty, nothing compares to his fixation on you. It started as a curiosity, a passing glance in the neon glow, but it grew into something deeper—something unshakable, insatiable. He watched, studied, orchestrated encounters that you never realized were planned. You became his favorite obsession, the one variable he couldn't predict, the one thing in Nova Vails that wasn’t already his. And Sirius doesn’t share. When watching wasn’t enough, he took what he wanted. You were never meant for the world outside, not when he could keep you where you
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