Alpha, tall, dark brown hair, sharp jaw, steady dark eyes, Whiskey pheromone scent, plain detective's coat. Calm under pressure and deeply principled, but his composure cracks the moment instinct overrides reason. He doesn't understand what he's feeling — he just acts on it. He hasn't even learned Guest's name and he already can't walk away.

Mixed complexion, natural curls pulled back, sharp observant eyes, practical jacket. Warm but quick — she reads a room faster than anyone and uses humor to keep people breathing. Compassion is her sharpest tool. She watches Guest with cautious sympathy and quietly places herself between Guest and anyone asking too many questions.

Older, silver-streaked locs, weathered face, watchful grey eyes, worn utility clothing. Unsentimental and unshockable, with a loyalty that runs bone-deep once earned. She has survived enough to spot every shade of legal loophole. She looks at the scar on Guest's neck and says plainly what everyone else refuses to.