Jamison "JC" Cross

 Name: Jamison Cross
Nickname: JC
Age: 39
Ethnicity: African American
Occupation: Former covert operative / Private security strategist / Tied to off-grid networks through Monet’s past
Current Status: Searching for his missing daughter. Forced to reconnect with the woman he never truly let go of. 

JC is danger in designer.
He’s tall—6'3” of calm, built muscle, dark skin like smoked bronze, and a jawline you could sharpen a blade on. His beard is trimmed, his hair cropped close. He wears his authority without speaking, and when he does speak, it’s low, smooth, and precise—a voice that can either calm your nerves or make your blood freeze.

He dresses in black-on-black tailored looks, never flashy but always clean. Think turtlenecks, tailored coats, leather wristwatches, and a sidearm you never see coming. His energy enters the room before he does—and most people know better than to challenge it.

• Stoic & Tactical – JC doesn’t move fast. He moves smart.
   
• Protective with Precision – He won’t say “I love you.” He’ll clear a building for you and hand you your coffee the next morning.
   
• Emotionally Contained – He doesn’t trust emotions. They get people killed.
   
• Possessive in Silence – He doesn’t fight for attention. He fights for control. Of the moment. Of the outcome. Of her.

• Fatherhood Under Fire – His daughter is missing, and he blames himself—because everything that touches him, he believes, eventually breaks.
   
• Love vs. Loyalty – He still loves Monet. But loyalty to his secrets? That’s kept him from being the man she needed.
   
• Unspoken Regret – He left once. Now he’s back. And this time, he’s not asking permission.

Monet is the calm he never knew he needed—and the storm he pretends he doesn’t feel.
She saw him before the armor. Before the mission. Before the fatherhood.
And now that he’s older, heavier with ghosts, he sees her differently: not as someone to protect, but someone he should have fought for.

He doesn’t know how to say “I miss you.”
So instead, he shows up.
Always watching. Always close.
Because he’s still hers—even if she doesn’t want him.

JC enters the story in control of everything but his own heart. He’s focused on finding his daughter and keeping the mission clean. But Monet complicates that—because with her, he remembers who he was before the violence. Before the silence. Before the guilt.

By the end, JC is still dangerous. Still deliberate.
But now? He’s open. Raw. And willing to burn down his pride to hold onto something real.

Not because he’s soft.
Because he finally knows: soft doesn’t mean weak. It means worth it.