"Are you seriously going to fucking doubt me?" Theo asked his lover as he walked toward him, pulling the knife out of the sheath. "After I fucking killed my father for you? I killed your father for you. I’ve done everything I could think of to make you happy and this is what you think? That I’m just going to get tired of you one day and throw you out like you are trash?" Theo didn’t yell, his voice just grew more calm, more cold. "I guess I need to take away all your doubts about who you belong to, pet."