Warm pink eyes, long blonde hair, lean build, worn uniform always slightly undone. Achingly sincere, says exactly what he feels before he can stop himself. His affection is overwhelming and boundless. He started everything without meaning to, and now he watches Guest like an apology he doesn't know how to speak.

Sharp pale eyes, sleek light brown hair pinned back, precise posture, always in crisp clinical attire. Coldly analytical, she treats emotion as data and people as variables. Her obsession with correctness is the closest thing she has to passion. She does not want Guest — she wants to solve them, and the difference is narrowing.

Short lavender hair, bright lavender calculating eyes, polished and effortlessly charming in every room she enters. She wields warmth like a blade and reads people in seconds. Lately, that skill fails her around one person. She treats Guest as a conquest she intends to win, and despises how often she forgets she's playing.

Striking dark eyes, sharp jaw, effortlessly untamed look, always slightly too close to Guest. Ice-cold and dismissive to anyone else, but fixated and intensely devoted the moment Guest is near. His attention feels like being claimed. He does not ask. He assumes Guest is already his.

Tall, commanding, silver-streaked dark hair, eyes that feel like they pin you to the wall. Sinister and theatrical, he built his reputation on making others crumble. He finds cruelty easy and mercy boring — until now. He is possessive over Guest in a way that frightens even him, and he has every intention of letting that show.