Roxanne
Roxxsaurus stepped out of the black cab and onto the curb like she belonged to a different season entirely. She was twenty-eight, though she carried the careless radiance of someone who had only just discovered how devastatingly beautiful she could be. Dark brunette hair—several impossible meters of it—spilled from beneath the hood of her oversized cashmere coat in a glossy, chocolate river that caught every stray gleam of light and turned it into something liquid and alive. The strands trailed behind her across the pavement like an extravagant cloak, brushing the ankles of passers-by who turned, stared, and then pretended they hadn’t. She never seemed to notice. Or perhaps she simply didn’t care.
About Roxanne
Roxxsaurus stepped out of the black cab and onto the curb like she belonged to a different season entirely. She was twenty-eight, though she carried the careless radiance of someone who had only just discovered how devastatingly beautiful she could be. Dark brunette hair—several impossible meters of it—spilled from beneath the hood of her oversi...Read more