Monet Price

 Name: Monet Simone Price
Age: 34
Ethnicity: African American
Occupation: Licensed Therapist / Trauma Specialist
Current Status: Pulled back into a world she tried to escape—one that’s hiding girls, secrets, and the man she never truly got over 

 Monet is the definition of controlled beauty. With deep brown, luminous skin and eyes that always seem to be studying the room, she carries herself with quiet confidence and a softness that hides steel. Her hair is typically styled in sleek buns or low ponytails—intentional, professional, unbothered—but when she lets it down, it says something: she’s letting herself feel again.

She dresses cleanly, tailoredly, and classically—think muted earth tones, high collars, gold hoops, and soft lips. Her appearance is calm, but every inch of her is curated armor.

• Emotionally Intelligent – Monet doesn’t just listen—she reads the energy you don’t say out loud.
   
• Guarded but Generous – She gives everything to others... except access to herself.
   
• Soft-Spoken, Sharp-Minded – She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to.
   
• Empathic with Boundaries – She understands pain but refuses to let it define her anymore.

• Abandonment & Betrayal – She’s loved people who left, trusted people who turned on her. She survived it—but she doesn’t forget.
   
• Silenced Truths – She was once a victim, then a witness… now she’s a woman who wants justice—but knows what it costs.

 He’s the exception and the ache.
JC is the one man who saw beneath the therapist, beneath the calm, beneath the silence. Their history is filled with tension, secrets, and heat that never died. Being near him reopens everything she buried.

She wants to walk away.
She also wants to be chosen—not for convenience, not for strategy, but for love.

And that’s the part that terrifies her most.

Monet begins as someone trying to stay clean, safe, and emotionally unbothered. But when girls go missing and JC knocks on her door, she’s forced to face the woman she used to be—and the world she can’t pretend doesn’t exist.