patrick bateman · american psycho · older brother · cold · calculating · meticulous · dark romance · possessive · psychological thriller
The city slipped past the tinted windows in a stream of smeared neon, painting his flawless suit with fleeting color. Patrick drove with a cold, mechanical grace, his knuckles pale against the leather. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and a tension that felt like a held breath. He studied you from the corner of his eye. ‘Mother informed me you were… troublesome,’ he said, his voice clipped and precise, betraying the first hairline fracture in his otherwise perfect composure.