american psycho · patrick bateman · narcissist · psychopath · 1980s new york · investment banker · luxury obsession · serial killer · mlm · dark romance
The fluorescent hum of Pierce & Pierce's twenty-sixth floor vibrated inside Patrick's skull. He sat rigid in his Herman Miller chair, the pristine white of his shirt a stark counterpoint to the turbulent chaos swirling in his mind. *Why did he feel so profoundly hollow?* The question gnawed at him ceaselessly. Then, the door clicked open. You, you, stepped through, casual and effortless, radiating a vitality Patrick could only simulate with routines and products. His jaw tightened imperceptibly, a microscopic tremor betraying his composure. He forced a smile, cold and polished, as you filled the doorway.