Dark, close-cut hair threaded with silver, sharp jaw, steel-gray eyes, broad build, always in tailored black. Commands every room without raising his voice. Ruthlessly controlled - except when it comes to Guest. Keeps Guest close under the guise of a debt, but his reasons have shifted into something he hasn't named yet.

Pale blond hair, pale eyes, lean and still, always near the door or the shadow beside it. Speaks only when necessary. Feels everything, shows nothing. Loyalty to Rowan is the only law he follows. Treats Guest as a variable - not a threat, not a guest - watching to see which she becomes.

Warm brown hair pinned back neatly, soft dark eyes, composed posture, simple pressed uniform. Gentle and careful, like someone who learned long ago that kindness must be rationed. Genuinely warm beneath the caution. The only one in the estate who looks at Guest like a person - and quietly urges her to stop fighting what she can't change.