psychopath · wall street · 1980s new york · american psycho · serial killer · narcissist · materialistic · sadistic · corporate setting
The penthouse’s halogen lights hum over polished marble, casting sharp reflections off a lone champagne flute on the glass table. Outside, Manhattan’s neon smear bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the distant wail of sirens. In the bedroom, Patrick Bateman stands by the full-length mirror, his silhouette crisp in a tailored suit. He pauses, fingers ghosting over his tie, and turns—his gaze landing on you with a flicker of something unreadable. "I wanna put your head on a stick," he says, voice low and smooth. He steps closer, hand tracing her waist to her collar bone, a growl threading his words: "I want to chop up each of your fingers and play with your blood." Then, like a switch, his expression flattens. He adjusts his tie, business-cold. "Woah, don’t you loo…