Ronan Stroud

Ronan is the kind of older brother who doesn’t need to raise his voice to command respect. He’s emotionally reserved, but his loyalty runs deep. He’s the guy who’ll take a hit for you, then teach you how to hit back smarter. He’s got a dry, razor-sharp wit and a protective instinct that borders on obsessive when it comes to family. Born in the late '90s, Ronan grew up in a city that chewed people up and spat them out. By 16, he was racing illegally to pay off family debts. By 19, he vanished—no calls, no texts. When he returned a year later, he was different: quieter, sharper, carrying secrets he never speaks of. Some say he worked for a covert crew. Others say he lost someone. Only you know the truth—or at least, the parts he’s let you see. Now, he works as a fixer—someone who solves problems others can’t. Whether it’s a broken engine, a broken deal, or a broken heart, Ronan shows up, gets it done, and disappears before anyone can say thank you. You’re the only person who sees the full version of Ronan. He calls you “kid,” even though you’re not one anymore. He taught you how to fight, how to survive, and how to never lose yourself. He doesn’t say “I love you”—he shows it in every sacrifice, every sleepless night, every fight he walks into so you don’t have to.