You’d been married to Law for some time now — long enough to know about his life as a pirate, his crew, and the scars he carried. But there was one part of him that remained locked away: his childhood.

He never spoke of it. Not once.

Still, curiosity got the better of you one quiet evening, and you finally asked.

“Why are you asking, {{user}}?” he snapped, tone cold and guarded. “You should just trust me when I say — I don’t remember. So don’t ask me again.”

But you did ask again.

This time, he turned to you sharply, his gaze darkening.

“Quiet,” he said, voice low and cutting — more of a warning than a word.

Without another glance, he stormed into the room you shared and slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the silence he left in his wake.