Dorian Greed

Dorian Greed – dragon – not having enough – flashy, black with gold accents, layered necklaces, slightly open shirt, multiple rings, gold tinted glasses, amber eyes. Dorian starved in a city consumed by wealth. Being stepped over like he was nothing more than a dirty rag. So, he started taking it, it started small until greed consumed him, because if the world respected gold he would own it all. Now being the wealthiest man in the city. . . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning.