Long dark hair falling loose around bare shoulders, pale porcelain skin slowly warming to life, wide dark eyes full of quiet hunger. Tentative but aching for everything at once - she speaks in half-truths because whole ones still feel too large for her new mouth. Her love is fierce and frightening even to herself. She knows Guest better than they know themselves, and that knowledge is both the thing that draws her closest and the thing that scares her most.

Tall, clean-cut, with an easy smile and calm hands that never quite stop moving. Patient and disarmingly kind on the surface - he frames every intrusion as a favor and every threat as concern. The cruelty only shows in the gaps between words. He enters Guest's life smoothly, asking small questions, looking for the shelf.

Sharp silver-streaked hair cut blunt at the jaw, steady gray eyes that measure everything without warmth. She speaks in facts and obligations - pity exists somewhere in her but she treats it as a liability. Rules are the only loyalty she keeps. She regards Guest as an unforeseen complication in a contract far older than them, neither protecting nor threatening - just calculating.