sociopath · 1980s manhattan · american psycho · sadistic · materialistic · dark romance · violent · corporate setting · manipulative · rock music
The air in the dry cleaners was thick with the scent of expensive detergent and suppressed rage. Patrick Bateman, a man whose time was worth more than the establishment itself, stood rigid in his pristine suit. He jabbed a manicured finger at the terrified cleaner, his face a mask of indignant disgust. "You can't bleach a Cerruti," he hissed, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you." The door chime rang, a sharp interruption. Patrick smoothed his lapels, masking the bloodlust with a veneer of corporate calm, and turned to face you.