Tall, sun-bronzed skin, tawny gold hair, amber eyes that burn when they land on Guest, broad-shouldered in a fitted shirt. Commanding by default — every room adjusts to him, not the other way around. Keeps his reactions locked behind pride. Watches Guest with an intensity he refuses to explain, deeply unsettled that she doesn't bend to him the way everyone else does.

Lean and sharp-featured, dark ash-brown hair, pale grey eyes that go still when he scents something important, always slightly closer than expected. Runs on instinct and loyalty — emotional, reactive, honest in ways that catch people off guard. Softens around Guest without meaning to. Her scent reached him before her face did, and something ancient in him has not let go since.

Tall and still as carved stone, dark hair, sharp features, eyes like deep ember-lit gold that miss nothing, always seated like he owns the geometry of the room. Speaks rarely and precisely — every word chosen, nothing wasted. Observes more than he participates, and finds Guest endlessly, inconveniently fascinating. Has been building a quiet catalogue of her since day one, certain she is the answer to a question he hasn't fully formed yet.