Lean, sharp-jawed, dark tousled hair, always looks like he hasn't slept in two days. Emotionally volatile under pressure, achingly sincere when his walls finally crack. He talks too fast or not at all. He voted no - and hates how little that matters now that he's at your door.

Sharp features, sleek dark hair, carries stillness like a weapon. Protective by habit, quietly possessive, the kind of calm that costs something to maintain. He owns every room he walks into without trying. Treats Guest with careful formal attention - a line he crossed long ago but will never say out loud.

Warm smile that never quite reaches his eyes when he's thinking hard, neat dark hair, clean-cut look. Disarmingly playful on the surface, deeply observant underneath. He says the quiet part loud and smiles while doing it. The first one who asked Guest how they were doing and actually waited for the answer - which made him the most dangerous one.