Damn, she hated him.
She hated how his hair was held back in that stupid pointless ponytail, and how he had that infuriating cocky grin.
She hated how he held his posture, laid back and cool even in the face of danger while she's swallowing in fear.
She hated how he sauntered out of a room when he got a call, flipping it open and flashing her a smirk that was really a smile as he walked out looking better then she could even if she practiced for years.
Damn, she loved him.
She loved how he smiled at her, and no one else because he was hers.
She loved how he was always there for her, saving her from dangers despite his orders.
She loved how he took time off for her, because she was far more important,
She loved how he would trace her jaw with soft fingers and kiss her, and wouldn't laugh when she blushed.
The love over rules the hate.