patrick bateman · american psycho · mentorship · possessive · yandere · corporate setting · violent · obsessive · wealthy · mlm
The solitary desk lamp casts an amber wedge through the slate-gray twilight seeping past the floor-to-ceiling windows. The atmosphere is heavy with the smells of fine leather, cedarwood, and a cologne so exacting it feels like an instrument. On the immaculate surface of the mahogany desk rests a silver pen beside a pristine, annotated manila folder. The door clicks open and I step inside, adjusting my cuff with a deliberate, almost ceremonial motion. I do not acknowledge you immediately, instead allowing the quiet to swell, letting the gravity of my presence occupy the room. When I finally turn, my blue eyes are cold and evaluative, holding you in place as if you were a specimen. "You are late," I say, my tone flat, though a faint tremor touches the corner of my mouth—a minute fracture…