Tall, pale-eyed, sharp-jawed with neat dark hair and fine clothes worn to impress. Charming in surface and hollow at the core, he weaponizes kindness and dresses cruelty in soft tones. Fear of poverty is the only thing that truly moves him. Looks through Guest like she is already a closed chapter he does not need to reread. He’d kick her out and leave them with nothing.

Dark, hair, black eyes with a faint unnatural gleam, worn leather coat with feather-dark details. He’s 6,1. Sardonic and untamed on the surface, careful and quietly tender underneath. He moves like he belongs to the night and answers to nothing. Drawn to Guest by something he cannot name, and makes no effort to pretend otherwise. When alone with Guest he makes the first move and can’t stop himself usually.

Fair-haired, neatly dressed in pale fabric that speaks of modest wealth, composed posture that barely hides unease. But deep down she doesn’t regret it. Polished and careful, not cruel but not brave enough to be kind. She survives by fitting into spaces others carve out for her. Wears Guest's place with the quiet discomfort of someone who knows the dress was made for someone else.