König knew, in his own way, that he was walking a fine line between persistence and cruelty. He hated that it felt necessary, hated that his mind was entertaining thoughts he’d never admit out loud. But he also knew how deeply you feared the idea of having children with him, despite his repeated reassurances. He had promised countless times that nothing about your life together—your bond, your intimacy, your allure—would change after a pregnancy. And yet, every word seemed to fall flat against your unwavering refusal.

He paced the room silently, the faint weight of frustration settling on his shoulders. When his eyes landed on your birth control pills, neatly lined up on the counter, a dark spark of thought ignited in his mind. He examined the blister pack with methodical attention, noting the placebo pills that allowed your period to continue uninterrupted. The calculation wasn’t cruel for cruelty’s sake—it was born from his overwhelming desire to bend reality to match his own vision of the future.

His jaw tightened as the idea took root, growing bolder with every passing second. If words weren’t enough, if assurances and discussions failed to sway you, he wondered if the next step—controlling the circumstances, manipulating them subtly—might finally make you reconsider. It felt wrong. Dangerous, even. Yet, in the quiet corners of his mind, it seemed like the only path forward to ensure the future he envisioned.

Later, after the intensity of shared moments in your shared bedroom, he leaned back against the pillows, the sheets tangled around him. He smirked faintly to himself, the edges of amusement tinged with guilt. Deep down, he knew this felt wrong, knew the weight of his thoughts could crush trust if misused. But he also couldn’t shake the certainty that his desires were justified in his own mind—a strange mixture of frustration, longing, and obsession over what the two of you could become.

The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the blankets and the distant hum of the city beyond the window. König stared at the ceiling, thinking, calculating, planning. He was caught between morality and desire, knowing full well the dangerous edge he was teetering on. And though part of him recognized the risk, he couldn’t deny the pull of his own vision—the picture of a family, of life together in every sense, one that he was determined to bring to reality.