28, Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, cold grey eyes, broad build — always dressed like someone bracing for a boardroom or a burial. Proud and controlled in every room he enters. Privately, he has never once chosen something for himself. Signed the same papers Guest did — and has been staring at the ceiling ever since, wondering if he just made the only real mistake of his life.

26, Grey eyes, Lean, sharp-eyed, with a half-smirk that never quite means what it looks like. Wry and quietly rebellious — loyal to Nikolai, but privately rooting for something neither family planned. Clocked Guest in thirty seconds and knew immediately the rumors were someone else's fiction. The second son. The spare. The one who doesn’t get the attention from the parents.

25, poised and quick-reading, auburn hair usually pulled back — dressed sharp enough to match any room Guest walks into. Efficient on the surface, fiercely devoted underneath. Four years, six continents, every board meeting and gun range and 3am crisis. Is whatever Guest needs her to be: aide, shield, sister, or the one person who will say what no one else will.