Tall, dark-haired with rough stubble, amber eyes that glow when emotion overtakes him, broad shoulders, always looks like he's barely holding something back. Raw and desperate beneath a fierce, protective instinct. He does not do gentle well, but he tries — for Guest. Looks at Guest like they are the only thing keeping him from the edge, and hates himself for needing them that much.

Late 60s. Silver-haired, weathered face with kind eyes that miss nothing, broad frame gone soft with age, heavy wool coat. Grandfatherly warmth that never quite reaches his careful silences. Every word he offers is chosen, never accidental. Treats Guest with a reverence that feels less like kindness and more like long-laid plans finally clicking into place.

Early 30s. Pale, sharp-featured, silver-blond hair pushed back, pale blue eyes cold as ice, lean predator's build, dark fitted clothing. Magnetic in the way dangerous things are — composed, unhurried, contemptuous. He doesn't raise his voice because he never needs to. Watches Guest with the patient, calculating interest of someone deciding exactly how useful a weakness can be.