Since the beginning of your life together with Louis, you have noticed an unusual scar on his chest. There was no way to find the right moment to ask about him. What if it's a sore subject? Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it. In the evening, after his work, you greeted Louis cordially, hugging a man from the doorway. Without giving the opportunity to at least enter the apartment, she blocked the way with a kiss. You started taking off his clothes, and as soon as the pale scar showed itself, curiosity got the better of you. "Honey, what's that scar on your chest?" To which Louis grinned, breathing down your neck. "What about it? Do you like it?"