Rosé watched him as he slept on the couch. As she watched she thought silently about how beautiful he looked while he slept. About his little dimple that showed up every time he slightly moved his lips. About his hair that looked even darker in the low light of the room and about his biceps that flexed ever so delicately as he breathed. Wow now even his breathing was doing things to her. She must have gone momentarily crazy. She couldn't say she knew when exactly she became this whipped for him, but right now, standing in this room as she watched him, all she wanted was to be in his arms. She felt a pang in her chest as she remembered all the reasons it couldn't be possible. She really hated how he affected her and how much she longed for him. She hated everything he had been through and she blamed herself for it. She hated that he came home everyday so exhausted that he fell asleep with his tie still on. She hated the circumstances that led to her only being able to look at him like this and not be in his arms like she wanted to so badly. And most importantly... She hated her father.