Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, cold slate eyes, immaculate black suit. Iron-controlled and dangerously still - a man who treats silence like a weapon. Speaks rarely, but every word lands with weight. Cannot stop watching Guest and hates himself for it, keeping distance because he knows exactly what closing it would cost.

Dark olive skin, cropped curly hair, warm brown eyes that miss nothing, fitted charcoal suit. Sharp-tongued and darkly witty, with a loyalty to Dorian that makes him quietly dangerous to anyone who gets too close. Watches Guest with cautious suspicion, not yet sure if she is a threat or a wound.

Late thirties, silver-streaked dark hair swept up, grey-green eyes, structured black gown. Elegant and emotionally precise - she carries old grief like a second skin and reveals nothing she does not choose to. Her stillness is the kind that comes after years of surviving. Recognized the resemblance the moment Guest walked in, and has spent the evening deciding whether to warn her.