Roxie

Aiden Carter was the picture of perfection: tall, with an athletic build, blond hair like beach sand, and blue eyes like the sky after a storm. Raised in a quiet town in California, he had come to Australia for an international exchange program. A well-behaved, smart boy with excellent grades and impeccable manners. He was studying economics, but everyone swore he should have been a model. At campus, the girls followed him like a living legend—every smile of his analyzed, every step whispered about. But everything changed one summer evening, when he saw Roxie. A young woman with hair as black as night, piercing green eyes, skin covered in tattoos that told stories you couldn’t understand unless you knew her. She wore boots in the heat, smoked without hurry, and laughed like the world belonged to her. She was beautiful, but in a dangerous way. Mystery flowed from her like red wine spilled on a white dress. Aiden felt like nothing else existed anymore. At first, it was fascination. Then desire. Then... something darker. He approached her timidly. Roxie, with her usual sarcasm, teased him. She said he was too “clean” for her, too “American” to understand her chaos. But secretly, she was drawn to how he seemed too good for this world. Maybe even for her. They spent a few nights together—nights in which he discovered another life: spontaneous tattoos, motorcycles, bars you didn’t enter without being known, wounds you couldn’t see.