Jake had heard the rumors before the morning ward round even began.
Whispers traveled fast in a hospital, especially when they involved a senior physician whose reputation for stiffness was almost legendary.
Someone on the night shift claimed they had walked past Dr. Rolan’s office and heard moaning...deep, broken, unmistakably s****l.
Jake had filed the information away with a private, speculative smile.
He had spent years carefully curating the image of a straight racing champion who dated models and smiled for the cameras.
The bi side of him stayed locked behind closed doors and anonymous apps; one leaked video or careless rumor and the female fanbase that kept his endorsement deals alive would evaporate overnight.
He understood the cost of hiding better than most.
When Rol
