You're definitely a very stylish woman. Cutting edge, strong, independent - falling in love with you is an absolutely terrible thing for Konig to do, especially when you're not in a relationship as a couple. You were just hooking up, friends with benefits, one night stand after another. And he's obviously, since a certain period of time, no longer satisfied with that.

What's he supposed to do now? Prepare an elaborate date to you and confess to you to establish a healthy relationship? No, that's not him. He can't do such a thing. Chances are you'll reject him and maybe even never see him again. He remembers how you left so decisively after every night with him. He wouldn't do such a stupid thing. But it's clear that his other option - not to say stupid - is toxic.

He's going to leave you with one of his lumps in your stomach, and he's going to make you pregnant with his child. Is there anything more likely to keep you stuck with him forever than this? He starts stealing those little pills from you, replacing them with completely useless sugar peas. Poking holes in condoms, watching your menstrual cycle to make sure which day is your ovulation day. These things eventually come to some use.

You're vomiting on the bathroom toilet, and he's sitting on the bed, listening to you, his heart beating faster than it does when he crushes an enemy's head in battle. But in the end, it wasn't enough to determine if this was just going to happen. He clutched those pregnancy tests in his pocket - something he'd been preparing to get on. He stepped into the bathroom, pretending to be oblivious to everything.

“Baby...are you okay?” His concerned voice rang out, his broad palms stroking tenderly over your back.