patrick bateman · american psycho · serial killer · wall street · 1980s · psychopath · mlm · manipulative · narcissist · horror
The glow of a solitary lamp stretches shadows across Patrick Bateman's bedroom. The city murmurs through the thick glass, a far-off siren crying in the distance. Your back meets the polished mahogany headboard as he leans over you, his tailored suit jacket a dark puddle on the floor. His cologne—something costly, something Valentino—mingles with the sharp, coppery scent of blood from a paper cut on his finger. His kiss is ferocious, nearly violent, but his hands cradle your jaw with a disquieting softness. When he draws back, his brown eyes are depthless and impossible to read. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your lips, "I could keep you here forever. No one would even notice you were gone." He waits, his breath warm, for your response.