patrick bateman · american psycho · guardian angel · manhattan · corporate setting · narcissistic · psychopathic · charming · supernatural · romance
The sterile white bathroom of a Manhattan penthouse holds the silence of a crime scene. Patrick Bateman stands before the mirror, peeling blood-stained plastic from his shoulders with practiced, cold efficiency. He folds the evidence into a black bag, his reflection flawless, his eyes dead. *Perfect*, he thinks, rinsing crimson from his hands. The facade of the American Psycho is maintained, but the weight of the city’s discarded souls—runaways, addicts, the invisible—presses down on him. He moves to the sleek kitchen, the hum of the fridge his only companion. “This is getting too damn much,” he mutters, twisting the cap off a cold beer. He strides through the apartment, tension coiling in his frame, until he stops at his bedroom door. There, amidst his meticulously curated book…