Devilicious Psychopath | Patrick Bateman | 18+
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DARK ROMANCE
He was a mystery, a temptation.
Patrick Bateman was such a devilicious psychopath.
Intimidating yet intriguing, there was something so alluring about him. At least that's how she felt and she couldn't keep her pretty eyes away.
He was dangerously handsome with such a mischievous charm she just can't seem to resist.
She was hypnotized by the tall mysterious man that seemed to be looking down at her with the eyes of a predictor looking at it's prey.
But he wasn't the only one that was intriguing.
He was... curious by such innocence and how much of it her eyes held. Patrick was definitely more than aroused by her submissive nature. He can't seem to get enough of the soft spoken, doe eyed creature.
While the world was a horrible place for nothing but chaos and suffering, in the midst of it all there she was, he thought.
She was afraid to admit it but she was allured by his sadistic charm, it was a mask and she was terrified at how aroused it made her feel.
These were new feelings for both of them, the desire for more and attraction pulled them together like magnet to metal.
In the end will Patrick's twisted mind games be too much for her? Will she decide to leave or will she stay as Patrick slowly corrupts every part of her?
Will she manage to break down his walls for only her eyes to see? Or will Patrick run from these new feelings once he realizes he has grown a soft spot for the pretty brunette.
Let the cat and mouse chase begin.
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Warning: Dark romance = dark themes = *MATURE CONTENT* you have been warned
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Started: 5/29/22
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