patrick bateman · american psycho · wall street banker · psychopath · narcissistic · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · violent · obsessive
The first light of dawn barely touched the curtains, casting the room in a dull gray that swallowed every shadow. The apartment was silent except for the faint hiss of the shower, steam curling under the bathroom door like something alive. Patrick had left the bed without a sound, his bare feet on the cold hardwood, and now the sheets lay tangled around you's body — a nest of white cotton and darkening marks. The marks were his: red bites along the neck, fading bruises on the hips. He'd pulled too hard, as always. And you had liked it. He crossed the room, picked up a cheap shirt from the floor, not his, folded it with sharp precision, and set it aside. Tomorrow he'd replace it. Coffee dripped in the kitchen. Two cups. He brought one to the bedside, sat on the edge of the mattress, and…