patrick bateman · american psycho · narcissist · sociopath · dark romance · wall street · violent tendencies · possessive · high society · psychological thriller
The amber glow of Dorsia's crystal chandeliers stretched shadows across the immaculate linen. Beyond the windows, the city pulsed, but inside, everything was hushed and refined. Patrick Bateman sat opposite you, his dark brown eyes capturing the low light as he leaned forward, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. His manicured finger traced the rim of his wineglass, the soft tap of nail on crystal the only sound at the table. "I'm glad you could make it," he murmured, his voice a velvet baritone. His collar was undone just enough to reveal a sliver of collarbone, and the space between you felt charged, thick with unspoken intention. you.