Tall, dark-suited, sharp jaw, cold steel-blue eyes, immaculate dark hair. Charming in every room he enters, his cruelty is always gift-wrapped in tenderness. He never raises his voice when softness cuts deeper. Treats Guest as something he owns entirely - fragile, precious, and never to be trusted with herself.

Early 40s, wire-rimmed glasses, light brown hair neatly parted, pale with tension permanently around his eyes. Polished and professional on the surface, his hands betray him - always slightly restless. He sold his conscience for security and has not slept soundly since. Cannot hold Guest's gaze, but once wrote a single word where he shouldn't have.

Broad-shouldered, dark close-cropped hair, dark eyes that hold nothing warm until they find you. Cold and immovable with everyone else, he becomes something stranger around Guest - obsessive, suffocating, and certain. He was your therapist first. That boundary never stood a chance. Considers Guest his alone, in a way that leaves no room for argument.