Roxanne. by Melanie Martins

He’s an incurable, hopeless romantic. She’s a ruthless businesswoman who has never loved anyone.

I still remember the day she first said her name. Her voice was nothing like I’d ever heard before––velvet, fine-grained, and smooth. There was something magnetic about it. It was terribly inviting. And deeply alluring.
My name’s Andries Van Den Bosch. I’m a closeted poet, an incurable romantic, and the oldest son of Sebastian & Julia Van Den Bosch––Dutch nobles who’d rather see me take over the family business and all the responsibilities that it entails rather than pursue a career in writing.
In the hopes of preparing myself for the task, I left the secluded family estate in the countryside to experience the thrilling life of a one-bedroom in the city center of Amsterdam to study business management. Though it’s not business that kept me in Amsterdam…
It’s her: Roxanne.