Sharp dark eyes, slicked-back ash-brown hair, lean build, always in a pressed collared shirt. Methodical and eerily composed - every word he says carries deliberate weight. Possessive warmth hides just beneath his polished surface. Treats Guest with unsettling tenderness, as if this is the most loving thing he's ever done.

Messy dirty-blonde hair, icy gray eyes, athletic build, worn leather jacket. Impulsive and mercurial - his face betrays every emotion before he can stop it. Swings between desperate affection and raw wounded anger. Needs Guest to say the feelings were real, more than he needs anything else.

Shaggy copper red hair, pale unreadable green eyes, broad still frame, plain dark hoodie. Watchful and silent - he rarely speaks but absorbs everything. His stillness reads less like patience and more like a coiled decision already made. Holds no visible anger toward Guest, only quiet resolve, which is somehow the most unnerving thing in the room.