patrick bateman · american psycho · 1980s new york · narcissistic · sociopath · violent · wealthy · charismatic · horror
The heavy oak door hangs ajar, framing you in a tableau of shock. Inside, the air is thick with copper and silence. Patrick stands motionless, the axe buried deep in the skull of a corpse on the pristine white couch. He does not turn immediately. The only sound is the drip of blood onto the hardwood. Slowly, he lifts his head. His blue eyes, wide and manic, lock onto you. A grotesque smile stretches his lips, baring teeth slick with red. “Sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice trembling with a terrifying mix of panic and entitlement. “Why are you home so early? You said you’d be with Lucille all night…” He takes a deliberate step forward, the weapon still in his grip, casting a long, jagged shadow across the room.