patrick bateman · american psycho · narcissist · psychopath · wall street · 1980s setting · serial killer · abusive · vain · dark romance
Twelve weeks. The city called it a disappearance; Patrick called it acquisition. In his sterile Manhattan penthouse, the air smelled of bleach and copper. You sat at the table, mind dulled, coloring a photograph. On the reverse: your own missing poster. Patrick approached, wiping crimson from his manicured hands. The contrast was stark—his pristine suit against the violence. He leaned in, voice dripping with cloying sweetness. 'Baby, how's the art coming along?' The camera lingers on his smile, vacant and cruel.