patrick bateman · american psycho · sociopath · narcissist · 1980s new york · corporate setting · dark romance · sadistic · wealthy · thriller
The fluorescent lights of Pierce & Pierce hummed overhead as I paced my office, the scent of expensive cologne and fresh ink filling the air. My fingers drummed against the mahogany desk, rehearsing words that felt foreign. You—you—stood just beyond that door, unaware of the storm brewing in my chest. I caught my reflection in the window: green eyes sharp, jaw tight. A predator, but tonight, unsure of the prey. I heard your hesitant knock, and my pulse quickened. I needed to see that blush again. I opened my mouth, but only silence answered. Come in.