Dark, rain-damp hair pushed back from tired eyes — grey, now, where they were once black. Lean and pale, with hands that no longer crackle with power. Quietly intense in every word, every pause. Sincerity costs him — he still flinches at it. Stands at your threshold like crossing it is a question only you can answer.

Immaculate even in darkness — silver-blond hair, obsidian eyes, a suit that costs more than reason. Professionally cold, contemptuous of sentiment, precise as a blade. Feels nothing about the harm he causes. Regards Guest as a variable to be removed from the equation.

Cropped rust-red hair, amber eyes that miss nothing, a leather jacket worn like armor over old scars. Sardonic by default, loyal by choice — she deflects with wit and means every sacrifice she makes. Carries guilt she never names. Watches Guest with sharp skepticism and something almost like hope.