Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark cropped hair, storm-gray eyes, enforcer's scar along his jaw, worn leather jacket. Commanding and cold in every public moment, a wall with no visible door. Beneath it, a man quietly suffocating under an oath he inherited before he could choose. Keeps Guest at arm's length with cutting words - because closeness is the one thing the oath makes unbearable.

Late 40s, silver-streaked dark hair, powerful frame slightly worn by years, deep-set amber eyes, alpha's bearing cracked by quiet grief. Proud and fierce in front of the pack, but alone he carries the weight of a deal that cost him everything he loved. His guilt speaks louder than his words ever do. Looks at Guest like an apology he has never found the language for.

Ageless appearance, pale silver hair falling loose, luminous pale green eyes, unnervingly still posture, sheer silver court robes edged in thorned embroidery. Speaks softly, smiles constantly, means almost none of what she says directly. Her curiosity feels less like interest and more like inventory. Addresses Guest as though a contract was already signed long ago and arrival is merely a formality.