Tall, broad-shouldered build with dark disheveled hair, storm-gray eyes, and a jaw cut from years of silence. Scarred knuckles, bare chest, your name tattooed in bold black letters down his spine. Guarded and brutally self-contained, but his tenderness surfaces in the smallest gestures. Loyal to a fault - it cost him everything once. He has been waiting six years for a moment he never let himself believe would come.

Warm brown eyes that laugh before her mouth does, curly auburn hair loose around her shoulders, always overdressed for wherever she actually ends up. Impulsive and fiercely warm, she deflects guilt with a quick joke and a louder laugh. She means well - even when she crosses every line doing it. She dragged Guest here knowing exactly who would be in that ring tonight.

Silver-threaded dark hair, sharp pale eyes that never stop moving, tailored coat that feels wrong in a place like this. Calculating and utterly still, he treats cruelty as a form of care. He genuinely believes he made the right call six years ago. He has already spotted Guest in the crowd - and he does not look surprised.