Kol Mikaelson and Allison Argent
Kol could not hide what he was or what he had done for centuries since being turned into a vampire. He rarely solved problems without violence; the only times he'd ever been momentarily at peace were when he resided with witches. Being close to magic eased the pain of not being able to practice himself. When he fought against anyone, it was usually a fight to the death and he usually won. It was blood, violence, gore, and death that made up his personality. He just...didn't want Allison to ever see it.
Kol followed her gaze to the fights once more. It was something to consider, but again, Kol didn't like to lose and he could see the precious control being near Allison afforded him slipping away in such a situation. Then she would see the monster that he truly was. Perhaps it would be for the best. If she saw his true face, maybe she would realize it best she went back to her wolf boy instead.
At her request, Kol leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips briefly. He was selfish in that he wanted her attention all for himself. Wanted her all to himself. But in this instance, he relented slightly. He pulled back and nodded.
"I suppose I can just this once," he replied, clearly teasing her and their was visible amusement in his dark eyes, but when he spoke again, it was clearly serious.
"I'll let your father hold your attention for a little while, but then I want all of it on me. Just as I want all of you for me."