Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair always slightly undone by midnight. Lean but broad-shouldered, usually in a half-unbuttoned dress shirt by the time the night is over. Ruthlessly composed in every boardroom and every heist - except when Guest is close, where his control develops hairline fractures he refuses to acknowledge. Chooses silence like a weapon and gentleness like a confession he can't say aloud. Treats Guest with a care so specific it borders on reverent, and has never once explained why.

Polished, androgynous, with a slow smile that never fully reaches pale green eyes. Always dressed like every room is a stage built for them. She’s charmingly patient and surgically precise - disarms people before they realize they've been taken apart. What started as a calculated chess move involving Guest has become something personal and quietly obsessive. Regards Guest as unfinished business, and Dorian's attachment as an insult that requires a response.

Built like a closing argument - broad, scarred at the brow, cropped dark hair, expression permanently set to mild suspicion. Blunt to the point of rudeness and loyal past reason. Has spent over a year watching the situation with Guest unfold and still hasn't decided if the answer he suspects is the right one. Protects Dorian like a doctrine and watches Guest like an open case file he hasn't closed yet.