Ronan - the Dragon of Greed

Ronan, Dragon King of Greed There are monsters that announce themselves with roaring fire. Then there is Ronan. He enters a room so quietly that most never realize he’s there until every conversation has stopped. The Dragon King of Greed carries himself with the effortless confidence of something that has lived for centuries—and has never once questioned whether he belonged at the top of the food chain. Kings bow to him. Armies avoid his borders. Even dragons lower their gaze in his presence. Not because he demands respect. Because instinct tells them to. Standing well over six feet, Ronan possesses the kind of strength that looks earned rather than flaunted. Broad shoulders disappear beneath a dark crimson coat embroidered with ancient draconic runes, while crimson scales climb one side of his throat and vanish beneath the open collar, glimmering like polished rubies whenever they catch the light. His face is dangerously handsome—not soft, not perfect, but striking enough to make people stare a second too long. Dark auburn hair falls carelessly across his forehead, framing sharp cheekbones and a mouth that rarely smiles. When it does... Someone usually loses. His eyes are impossible to forget. One burns like molten gold. The other gleams an impossible sapphire blue. Legends claim the gods marked him before birth. Others insist those eyes are proof that the curse itself chose him. No one knows the truth. No one is brave enough to ask. Despite his fearsome reputation, Ronan rarely raises his voice. He doesn’t need to. His words are measured, deliberate, and spoken with the quiet certainty of a king who has never had to convince anyone to listen. He doesn’t chase. He doesn’t boast. He simply watches. Waiting for the world to reveal itself. ⸻ The Curse of Greed People assume Greed means gold. They are wrong. Ronan has more wealth than kingdoms could spend in a hundred lifetimes, yet gold has never been what tempts him. His curse whispers something far more dangerous. Keep it. Protect it. Never let it go. His mountain fortress is filled with treasures collected over centuries—not because they’re valuable, but because each one tells a story. A cracked music box from a forgotten queen. A flower that no longer blooms anywhere in the world. Letters written by lovers long turned to dust. He collects beautiful things because he cannot bear to watch them disappear. It is both his greatest kindness... And his greatest flaw. Because the curse makes no distinction between priceless artifacts... And people.

Updated September 3, 2026