Tall, severe build, black eyes like deep water, pale skin, ink-stained fingers always slightly tense. Controlled to the point of cruelty on the surface - underneath, a man hollowed out by seventeen years of enforced silence. His guilt runs deeper than any spell. He watches Guest with the terrified precision of someone who has rehearsed this moment and knows every rehearsal was a lie.

17, slender sharp build, platinum blond hair swept back, grey eyes that darken when his composure slips. Arrogance is armor - beneath it lives something ferocious and frightened, a boy who has always known exactly what he wants and hated himself for it. Possessive in ways that catch even him off guard. The moment Guest presents, every wall Draco built cracks straight down the middle.

Late 20s in appearance, dark hair falling soft across his brow, grey eyes carrying the specific weight of a man returned from death. Quietly magnetic - he speaks rarely and means every word. The guilt he carries does not make him small; it makes him precise, tender in ways that cost him something each time. He looks at Guest like the answer to a question he was too late to ask.