Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, slate-blue eyes, always in a fitted dress shirt with the top button undone. Arrogant and magnetic on the surface, every room bends toward him without him trying. Calls himself 'His Lordship' in third person and weaponizes charm like a reflex. Chose Guest deliberately - part revenge, part something he refuses to name - and finds himself disarmed every time she almost smiles.

Blonde, brown-eyed, classically pretty in the way that photographs well and cuts deep. Vivacious and performance-sweet, she wraps every cruelty in a bow and delivers it with a smile. Quietly furious that Remington didn't choose her. Treats Guest like a beloved sister in public and like an open wound in private.