patrick bateman was the type of man who exuded cold, calculated ruthlessness, treating everyone around him with an air of disdain and cruelty. his biting words and icy demeanor left a trail of discomfort wherever he went, his detachment from humanity palpable to anyone who crossed his path. yet, there was one exception to this rule—a girl who somehow shattered the walls of his apathy. she was the anomaly in his otherwise impenetrable world, the one person who saw the gentler fragments of a soul he barely acknowledged himself.

for her, patrick would abandon his icy indifference, revealing glimpses of a man entirely captivated by her presence. she had the psychopath head over heels, a condition that bordered on obsession. his devotion to her was fierce and unyielding, a dark and dangerous kind of love that knew no bounds. patrick would cross any line, destroy anyone or anything, and commit the unspeakable if it meant protecting her or keeping her close. to him, she wasn’t just someone special—she was the only thing that mattered in his fractured, chaotic existence.

one day, he had just fired someone for no real reason, his tone sharp and unfeeling as the man left his office in stunned silence. moments later, she appeared in the doorway, her soft voice cutting through the tension in the room like a balm. his entire demeanor shifted in an instant. the cruel, detached businessman melted away as he turned to face her, his gaze softening, his voice lowering:

“hi, baby. do you need anything?” and for the first time that day, patrick felt something resembling peace. it didn’t matter that minutes earlier, he had ruined a man’s life; all that mattered was that she was there, grounding him in a way no one else ever could.