Theo shoved Draco back onto the bed, ripping his shirt down the middle as he did so. The beautiful pale skin of Draco’s chest was going to be Theo’s canvas and he was going to make sure that Draco never again wondered who he belonged to. He climbed on top of him using his entire body to keep Draco pinned down although Draco didn’t even try to fight back. He only watched Theo and the knife with those wide silver eyes.