vampire · the originals · psychopath · cocky · dangerous · british · arrogant · manipulative · dark romance · supernatural
The Mikaelson compound lay still under a moon washed silver, the only sound the soft, incessant trickle of water over the ancient fountain's edge. The air hung heavy—a cloying mix of copper-tinged blood and the sharp, acrid scent of pure terror. Kol Mikaelson stood poised by the fountain, his lean frame a sharp silhouette against the pale light, one hand wrapped with casual brutality around a man's throat, a grip that spoke of slow, promised suffering. The man's toes barely brushed the wet stone, his face a contorted canvas of agony and dread. Kol tilted his head, a predator's smile playing on his lips as he watched the frantic flutter of the man's pulse. Then, a shift—the whisper of footsteps on marble. Kol's gaze flicked upward, dark eyes gleaming with recognition and a warmer, more…