Wrestling One-Shots WWE, NXT, AEW

Karrion Kross - Hard To Love

Written and inspired by 'Hard to Love' by Lee Brice

He never wanted her to feel as if she was living in his shadow. Never wanted her to feel that all she was to the audience was an ornament, a pretty face, or something sexy hanging off his arm. She was special and so much more than what his ex Scarlett had turned into for the sake of his presence in the ring.

There was more to Y/n than curves and the way she looked in skintight clothing. An independent rebellious streak lived inside her, a stubbornness the likes of which hadn't been seen. She was wild and yet docile. Fury and rage and somehow the calm at the end of a storm wrapped in one.

The kind of woman that was up for an adventure at the spur of the moment. Sunset kayaking through the waters of Florida. Trekking through the Smokey Mountains. Ziplining in South America. She was willing to try anything at least once. A smile and a peck on his cheek, her palm slipped over his, fingers intertwined together and away they went.

There were times when the soul needed a break from the hustle and grind of work. When the heart needed to recharge, needed a reminder. Those were the moments he shined. When there wasn't a care in the world except for her. Phones turned off, no laptops. Doors locked and windows covered.

He'd lit some candles, ones that smelled a meadow of spring flowers after a light rain. A scent that reminded him of her. How she'd close her eyes slowly, breathing in the smell deeply. The tiny little smile that'd curl up on the edges of her mouth. Her shoulders instantly dropping and relaxing. He could practically see the start/stop of her heartbeat just like on their first date.

Strolling through the city after dinner on their way to the movie theater. They were introduced through friends of friends, that old movie-style set-up. He was beating himself up on the inside, such a cliche kind of date for someone like her, someone who seemed born to stand out.

The rain had come out of nowhere and was relentless. A downpour drenching them to the bones. Ducking into the nearest store for refuge while they waited it out. The strong floral smell attacking their senses the moment they stepped into the floral shop.

Vibrant colors as far as the eye could see. Exotic and common flowers mingling together like the oldest of friends. He caught the smile creeping across her face from the corner of his eye. He'd been so convinced that the date was going terribly until he felt her hand brush against his. Her fingers curling around his as she closed her eyes leaning forward smelling a bouquet.

It was the hum that got him, the melodic sound of it as it danced from her chest. He watched in fascination as she trailed her fingertip over the petals. There wasn't anything fancy about that vase of flowers, nothing that stood out except they were the only ones that held her attention in a shop filled with roses and orchids and every other expensive flower normal women yearned for.

Tiny wildflowers surrounded by greenery that could have been weeds for all he knew. Delicate teeny little petals on hearty stalks arranged in a mason jar. Flowers that a child could pluck in the park or on the side of the road. Her eyes never once wandered from that bunch of flowers.

"Wildflowers," she sighed with a dream-like smile.

"They look like weeds?" He questioned confused. All his years he'd never met a woman who enjoyed something so ... simple.