Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, cold slate eyes, tailored black suit with an open collar. Commanding in every room he enters, possessive by instinct, and quietly haunted by a guilt he refuses to examine. Dangerous when his composure slips. He buried what he felt for Guest under a lie - and the moment Guest walks in, that burial starts to crack.

Honey-blonde hair in a sleek updo, warm brown eyes, polished and elegant in deep burgundy. Silk-tongued and precise, she wears warmth like a borrowed coat - charming in every room until the mask slips. Beneath the performance lives a fear she calls survival. She spent three years building a story where she's innocent. Guest's presence tears a hole straight through it.

Close-cropped hair, dark watchful eyes, compact and still in a way that signals threat. Says almost nothing and registers everything - reads a room the way others read a weapon. Loyal without condition, protective without performance. Walked into this dinner knowing it could turn lethal and came anyway. Trusts Guest completely.