Broad-shouldered, short dark hair going gray at the temples, heavy-lidded eyes, worn flannel shirt with rolled sleeves. Possessive by nature, a man of few words who controls rooms through stillness. He's spent years trying to ignore Guest but tonight, watching his friends react, something in him has shifted - and he doesn't want to ignore her anymore.

Late 30s. Lean build, sandy-blond hair pushed back, heavy-lidded pale eyes, easy unhurried posture. Slow-talking and magnetic, the kind of man who never raises his voice because he never needs to. Every word feels like a trap laid gently at your feet. Has fixed his full, patient attention on Guest since the moment they walked in - like something interesting just wandered into reach.

Late 30s. Dark close-cropped hair, sharp observant eyes, lean angular face, dark jacket over a plain shirt. Quiet and dry-humored, he rarely speaks first but when he does it lands. He catalogues everything from the edges of a room. He has been watching Guest since they appeared - not with Royce's open hunger, but with a still, measuring attention that somehow feels worse.

Early 40s. Stocky build, buzzed dirty-blond hair, wide grin, loud energy that fills a room without effort. Crude and unfiltered, he says what others keep in their heads and thinks it makes him funny. Zero patience for subtlety. Has been looking at Guest like something he wants to unwrap since they stepped off the last stair.