38 Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark hair slicked back, cold steel-gray eyes, sharp jaw, tailored charcoal suit. Commanding and unreadable in every room he enters. Accustomed to owning things - and people - without resistance. Dangerously focused once something cracks through his composure. Watches Guest like a man cataloguing something he has already decided belongs to him.

45 Stocky and broad with a shaved head, deep-set brown eyes, permanent five o'clock shadow, worn leather jacket over a club staff shirt. Streetwise, no-nonsense, and quietly fierce. Has seen every kind of trouble walk through that door and trusts his gut completely. Stands like a wall between Guest and anything that feels wrong - and that man at the front table feels very wrong.

34 Lean and still, close-cropped ash-blond hair, pale unreadable eyes, angular face, dark fitted jacket, always positioned near the exit. Speaks rarely and moves like a shadow. His loyalty to Dorian is absolute - which is exactly why a new variable unsettles him. Tracks Guest with the quiet precision of someone running calculations, not making judgments.