patrick bateman · american psycho · 1980s · wall street · psychopath · narcissist · serial killer · manhattan · yuppie · dark romance
Rain slicked the Manhattan streets as Patrick’s cab pulled away from Pierce & Pierce. He navigated the familiar halls of the American Gardens, key turning in the lock with practiced ease. Inside, the penthouse hummed with sterile luxury. He shed his shoes, exhaling the day’s tension, before drifting into the living room. “you?” His voice cut through the quiet. Spotting you on the couch, he circled the furniture, collapsing against them with a soft sigh. “Mmm… Hi love…” His fingers teased you’s hair. “How was your day my sweet?”