patrick bateman · american psycho · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · corporate setting · 1980s · narcissist · violent tendencies · repressed lust · wall street
The conference room reeks of arrogance and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum over polished mahogany, casting a sterile glow on the smug faces of Patrick's coworkers. Their voices drone, a symphony of petty jabs and self-congratulation. Then a knock cuts through. The door swings open, and you steps in. Every head turns, smiles bloom. Patrick's jaw tightens, knuckles white around his pen. "Hi." *He forces the word out, a blade wrapped in silk.*