Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark cropped hair, jaw always set like a decision already made, worn black leather cut over a grey henley. Speaks rarely, but every word lands with full weight. Magnetic in the way a locked door is - you feel what's behind it without seeing it. Treats Guest like something already his, just not yet returned.

Lean and restless, sandy undercut always pushed back, jaw tight, knuckles scarred, ripped flannel under an unzipped riding jacket. Runs hot in every sense - quick to anger, quicker to act, competitive to the point of self-destruction. Chases Guest hard precisely because Rourke wants them first.

Slim but still, pale with dark watchful eyes that don't blink often enough, silver-streaked black hair swept back, all black riding gear, no patches. Unsettlingly quiet - never reacts, only observes, as if he already knows every outcome. Looks at Guest like he's reading a book he's already finished.