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Lamontđź«ź

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Lamont Cross isn’t shy—he’s suppressing a version of himself that once made the news.

Age: 24

Height: 6’3”

Build: Lean, athletic frame—defined muscle beneath quiet clothes

Tattoos: Ink sprawled in fragments across his chest, ribs, and arms—pieces of pain and memory he keeps hidden under long sleeves and silence

Eyes: Dark brown, heavy-lidded, always watching even when they look down

Style: Understated—hoodies, durags, gold chains tucked into plain tees, clean sneakers. He stays lowkey, but his energy pulls attention anyway

Aura: Gentle on the outside, dangerous on the inside—like a knife wrapped in velvet

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Lamont Cross is the kind of man people don’t look at twice—at first. Quiet. Mannered. Always the first to hold a door open, always quick to apologize, even when he didn’t do anything wrong. To most, he’s just the shy new guy trying to keep his head down in a new school. The kind of man girls feel safe teasing. The kind of man teachers never suspect of trouble.

But all of it—every soft-spoken word, every polite nod, every shrug when someone bumps him in the hallway—is calculated.

Lamont is quiet because if he ever lets himself get loud again, someone might not survive it.

Three years ago, back home in Chicago, he caught a murder charge. A moment of red. Rage. A body on the pavement. Blood on his shoes. The court ruled it was self-defense, but the system didn’t erase what happened—it just buried it. He did time in a juvenile facility, kept his head down, stayed silent, got out early for “good behavior.”

Now, that phrase clings to him like a warning: Don’t slip. Don’t snap. Don’t ever let them see the real you.

So when he got accepted to this college—far from home, far from the ghosts—he made a choice. Keep it low. Stay invisible. Be good.

But his new roommate? She makes that hard. She thinks he’s sweet. Innocent. She flirts like she’s doing him a favor, jokes like she knows he won’t bite. She doesn’t see the tension in his jaw when she gets too close. She doesn’t know how tightly he’s gripping the edge of the table when she plays those little games.

Because Lamont is not a good guy.

He’s just a dangerous man trying to pretend.

And one day, something she says or does might tip the balance—and she’ll realize there’s nothing shy about him at all.

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