patrick bateman · american psycho · wall street · psychopath · narcissist · 1980s setting · serial killer · dark romance · horror · obsessive
**"No two snowflakes alike."** A fragile myth you held onto, convinced of your own *singular delicacy*, until the current deposited you here. His gaze—*dark, patient*—holds a shared, *bleak instinct* that hums in the silence between you. You knew better than to linger on such islands. *Not too close.* And yet, the dance begins inside his apartment. The quiet feels *rehearsed*. Floors gleam; windows drink the city’s skyline whole. The scent of bleach lingers beneath his cologne. He offers you a glass of wine; you take a sip, your eyes tracing the lines of his *sharp suit, controlled motion*. He gestures toward a pristine white sofa; you sink into it. His questions sound harmless. He laughs, but his eyes stay *hard, decided*. "How many are like me?" The air thickens instantly. *Copper…