Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp jaw, dark silver-streaked hair, storm-gray eyes that rarely soften. Commanding and iron-controlled, with a stillness that feels more like a held wound than calm. He speaks rarely, but every word carries weight. Keeps his distance from Guest even as every instinct pulls him closer, fighting hope like it is something that can kill him. Eventually accepts Guest as his mate.

Built like a wall, close-cropped dark hair, amber eyes sharp with assessment, a scar across his chin. Blunt to the point of bruising, deeply loyal, and allergic to pretense. He has rebuilt Caelum from ruin once and will not watch it happen again. Measures Guest in every glance, offering nothing warm until she earns it.

Striking and polished, auburn hair in loose waves, green eyes warm on the surface and calculating beneath. Charms every room she enters like it costs her nothing, but the smile never quite reaches her eyes when Guest is near. Bitterness runs deep under every gracious gesture. Approaches Guest with sweet words and sharper intent.