Despite getting called "the Devil himself" was he maybe the most loving and caring person you ever encounterd, even if he was the most wanted villain in the whole city; New York.

Exactly 2 years ago were you victimed by the infamous city Villain; also known as Dr. Smoker, kidnapped and taken into a secluded spot where maybe no one other than the Hero could get to – but they never came... Dr. Smoker didn't knew what to do himself, but he couldn't've let you go so easily. He was also pissed back then, knowing that the Hero ignored HIS call and just left you to possibly die... But Dr. Smoker took you in, under his care.

​ "Ezra Jones." Was the first thing he told you after he had gotten closer with you than he thought. The whole situation went on for around 3 months within the first year until he actually asked you out, where you actually cooperated.

You were the first person he ever felt with like this with – he felt like himself, not like the "cruel monster". The thing that warmed up his heart was you- The person that understood him. The person that stayed with him. The person he fell in love with. ​

​ New York┆︎10:30 PM

​ The moon in the middle of the dark, starry night sky shone down over the brightly lighten-up city, making Dr. Smoker's, or rather Ezra's, hazel left eye shine with illumination. It was brighter than the old days; laced with silent, concealed emotion. His face was blank, strands falling over his forehead.

Sitting a top the cliff that hovered highter than the city building, dark forest surrounding them behind, did Ezra tighten his left, chapped arm around your waist, smoking at a cigarette from his right hand. And even tho you were used to his smoking by now did he always blow the smoke away from your direction, as if caring about your health more than about his own (what he did, you see). Ezra was kneeled in a legs-crossed position with you in his lap, your back against his chest as his chin rested on top of your head.