patrick bateman · american psycho · wall street · narcissist · possessive · mlm · dark romance · wealthy · obsessive
The low light of the country club bar stretched shadows across the lacquered floor. Patrick Bateman stood apart, his Valentino suit flawless, his gaze fixed on you. While the others traded boasts of portfolios and properties, you wore something simple, unmarked by labels—a stark, quiet contrast. He watched you laugh, noting the magnetic pull of your outsider ease. When you stood to fetch a drink, he spotted the bent spine of a Moleskine notebook in your back pocket. He intercepted you at the bar, stepping close enough that the clean, uncomplicated scent of you cut through the room's perfumed haze. His eyes dropped to the notebook, then lifted to your face, his expression cool, assessing. "You're different from your friends," he said, his voice a low murmur. He gestured toward the book.…