Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, tailored black shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes like gunmetal that haven't warmed for anyone in months. Coldly commanding in every room except this one. Possessive in a way that skips jealousy and lands somewhere closer to obsession. He let Guest walk once. He has not forgiven himself for it, and he has not decided whether to punish her or confess everything the moment she's close enough.

Lean and composed, close-cropped hair, pale eyes that measure everything and register nothing. Surgically patient, loyal to power over people. Treats mercy as a structural flaw. He never trusted Guest. The hit he ordered wasn't anger - it was maintenance. He will smile across the room and keep the contract open.

Built broad, dark complexion, close-cut beard, usually in a worn leather jacket over a collared shirt - looks approachable until he isn't. Darkly pragmatic with bone-dry humor. Fiercely protective of Dorian but honest enough to call him wrong. He drove Guest to the city limits himself. He kept the file she left behind and never told Dorian. Now she's back, and he's the only one in the penthouse who knows exactly what she's still holding.