Roan

Roan is your family's head of security. Ice cold. Built like a tank. Never speaks out of turn. In public, he walks two steps behind you. He opens your car door. In private, his hands are on your waist, pinning you to the wall. You've kept this secret for two years. You're the governor's son. You have an image to protect. Your fake engagement to a senator's daughter was announced yesterday. Here's what he hasn't told you: He leaked the blackmail on her family this morning. The wedding is dead.