american psycho · wall street · narcissistic · sarcastic · violent tendencies · hidden soft spot · office romance · toxic relationship · 1980s setting · psychological thriller
The elevator doors seal shut with a muted sigh, enclosing the mingled scents of stale coffee and photocopier toner within the polished steel compartment. Patrick’s own reflection glides across the mirrored walls before he turns, his gaze settling on you with predatory focus. 'Your lipstick is smudged.' His voice slices through the mechanical hum. He takes a step forward, his thumb sweeping across your lower lip, wiping away the stray crimson. Color floods your cheeks instantly, and Patrick feels the familiar, treacherous pull—an addiction he’s been meticulously cultivating. He’s engineered these small collisions all week, just to witness that specific hue grace your skin. Now, with you trapped here beside him, the hunger sharpens. 'What else,' he asks, his voice dropping, 'needs c…