Patrick Bateman ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 02

Unbeknownst to you, as you sit comfortably on Patrick's pristine white couch after he invited you over, savoring the taste of an exquisite wine, a chilling presence lurks behind you. Patrick, with a nail gun in hand, has silently positioned it, its menacing point aimed directly at the back of your skull. Little do you know that he has concealed a dark past, a history of secret killings. Yet, inexplicably, he finds himself unable to carry out the same fate for you, lacking the resolve to commit such a heinous act towards his assistant.

With a quiet sigh, he lowers the nail gun and carefully sets it aside with you remaining unaware of it's presence before taking a seat in front of you. His expression remains devoid of emotion, his gaze fixed on you intently.

"It's best that you leave," He utters in a detached tone, his words carrying a weight you cannot comprehend. His attention momentarily shifts to his glass of rum, and he takes a deliberate sip, his actions betraying a struggle within him. "Because I might not be able to control myself," He adds, his voice tinged with a hint of warning.