The rose-covered glasses tainted Nina's mind since she met him. But no one went unscathed when they held onto a thorned rose, did they? And Nina was no different. 

Nina knew from the start he was bad news. Perhaps that was what drew her in. Who liked men who were not obsessed with their girlfriends? Nina's name was on top of the list. The thrill of being so wanted that he would kill for her. That was the kind of love she wanted. 

And Ezra presented that to her on a silver platter ornamented with bruising touches and suffocating attention.  They were needs she was ashamed to admit. 

She met Ezra on an August evening, all clad in his fitted t-shirt and jeans. He was handsome, and there was no denying that. But Nina ignored his dismissal and coldness, focusing only on the emotions brewing in her mind.

He was a broken man, but she could help him. 

Fix him.

She could be the heroine in his story, while he became the hero in hers. 

And she had pursued him until she became his.

His Nena.