Dark, swept-back hair, sharp jaw, dark eyes that rarely blink when they're on you. Always in a well-cut suit, always composed. Quietly intense and deeply protective. He says more with a look than most men say in a speech. Watches Guest like she is the only thing in his world worth burning everything else down for - because she is.

Late 30s. Cropped salt-and-pepper hair, stocky build, a face that looks like it has seen too much and said too little. Drily loyal and fiercely practical. His warmth comes out sideways - a deflected joke, a coffee left without being asked. Treats Guest like a younger sister he'd take a bullet for, quietly terrified one might actually come.

Pale, sharp-featured, with pale grey eyes that hold nothing warm. Dressed like someone who has never needed to raise his voice. Coldly patient and calculating. He does not threaten - he simply reminds you that he remembers. Sees Guest not as a person but as the exact price Savio owes him.