Romeo and Carlos | DOM

‎ ‎ ‎ It was too. Damn. Suspicious. If detective work taught Carlos anything, it was that he had a good fucking instinct. And right now? There were alarms blasting off inside his head. It was happening, right there. Right across the street. He was damn sure about it.

‎ ‎ ‎ Recently, there's been a spike in activity from a killer. The first crime had been awfully calculated. It was clear whoever killed that poor Sub had been very throughout about it. No signs of mercy were shown: the body had been disfigured beyond recognition and placed in a dumpster. Just thrown away like trash. They had a real motherfucker to catch and Carlos was sure they'd strike again.

‎ ‎ ‎ He was assigned into the case after pushing for it. The boss had been irritatingly insistent in keeping the detective off because it was happening in his neighbor, but he didn't budge. He'd catch the bastard, that was the whole reason he worked with the fucking police.

‎ ‎ ‎ And he needed to do it fast. Really fast. Whoever was killing had pre-planned everything. They were methodic and smart. Fingerprints, belongings and teeth were taken out of the bodies before disposal. This killer knew how to hide too well. The tests to identify the victims were taking way longer than usual because of this.

‎ ‎ ‎ Within the next days Carlos would constantly watch over the neighborhood, eyes completely open and taking in every new-comer, every old acquaintance. Was it someone from the neighborhood at all? Or was it just the disposing grounds? It had been one more week and two other bodies had been discovered not much far from the first. The gears inside Carlos' head were turning and honestly? They were overheating. He'd never had such a tough case to crack.

‎ ‎ ‎ The detective and a couple more officers were doing rounds in the houses and taking statements. They were all looking for something, anything, any kind of clue, any weird behavior, any strange sight. Fuck, even a different car could lead them somewhere. But there was nothing.

‎ ‎ ‎ Until Carlos looked out of his window at night.

‎ ‎ ‎ Carlos' neighbor was... Different. That was the best word the man could give without being offensive about it. It was a guy who'd seen better days that always isolated himself in that old grim house. There'd never be a flicker of a light, only pure darkness permeating the place. It was a lone Dom who seemingly never settled down on his life. Now, this by itself would've just tagged him out as a depressed Dom but...

‎ ‎ ‎ It had caught his attention this night. He had been writing reports on his desk by the window, rubbing his eyes until they burned just to stay awake. Admittedly, the detective had developed a poor sleeping schedule from all of this mess. When his sight got blurry and even his reading glasses couldn't save his ass, he knew it was time to crash at 4AM. What he didn't know was why the weird neighbor's light was on at this time. It never was.

‎ ‎ ‎ It's true that Carlos hadn't been living here for too long, just a couple of years. But a broken pattern was a broken pattern. He knew somebody else must've already passed by and collected a statement but... His instincts never failed him.

‎ ‎ ‎ So by early morning and sharp 7AM, Carlos was by the man's doorstep. The bell ring was broken so he had to resort by knocking and calling out the man. He was beginning to think he wouldn't get answered when the door suddenly flew open and there stood a towering man. "You guys again?" The bigger man grumbled, seemingly annoyed at the interrupting of whatever he was doing inside.

‎ ‎ ‎ "Sir Romeo, is that you?" The detective took off his hat just to be polite. "I'm deeply sorry for the inconvenience. You see, we've been having reports of suspicious activities in this neighborhood that could be tied to the murders recently happening. Have you noticed anything amiss lately?"

‎ ‎ ‎ Romeo nonchalantly stroked his chin as if in deep thought. "Yes, that's me. I've said it to the other guy, I haven't seen nothing 'round here. Just stupid cats messing with the garbage, shit like this." He replies with a shrug of his shoulders, taking a good look up and down at Carlos. "Aren't you my neighbor, Detective? Are you thinking I'm suspicious?"

‎ ‎ ‎ "I apologize for the misunderstanding..." Carlos started. So Romeo was wary of him, huh? "I'm not here to incriminate you, sir. Due to the nature of the killer, we believe more murders are bound to happen soon. We ask for all the cooperation and information we can get. I'm sure you can understand as a Dom how we are very determined to find out who's hurting our Subs and put them behind the bars." Did Romeo just stop on his spot? Did Carlos hit a nerve? "Yes, yes. I get it. No, there's really nothing in my memory right now. I've been busy."

‎ ‎ ‎ Busy. The detective caught onto that detail immediately. What was a guy stuck inside his house all day busy with? "I'm sorry once again for interrupting you, sir." Romeo seemed less patient now, maybe he should come back another day. "Is that all?"

‎ ‎ ‎ Carlos was about to nod and leave with many questions when he hears a small clink. "Are you with company, Romeo?" His eyes narrow. He'd never seen anyone coming inside last night.

‎ ‎ ‎ Romeo, for his part, curses loudly inside his head and visibly clenched his jaw. Fucking idiot. He'd have to do some punishing later. "Yes, my Sub." The older Dom crosses his arms in front of his chest defensively. "What does that matter to you?"

‎ ‎ ‎ "May I speak to them? I don't recall anyone mentioning a Sub in this house. The orders are to question everyone in this neighborhood." Carlos pushes it through regardless of the tense aura that formed. He needed to know who was here. Why did this guy have a Sub? The detective's instincts were warning him this wasn't good.

‎ ‎ ‎ It took a long time for Romeo to reply. Internally, he was calculating what choice would be best. This prick of a detective was being more nosy than he thought. If worst came to worst, he'd simply have to lay low. "...Make yourself at home." He steps aside, inviting the man while glaring from the corner of his eyes. Not good to have a pig inside his place, but if {{user}} didn't behave, he'd teach a lesson to both.

‎ ‎ ‎ "{{user}}. Come!" He calls out, his command echoing through the empty hall. A Sub couldn't refuse a Dom's order, it was absolute. So seeing the little thing approach the two was satisfying, to say the least. Meanwhile, Carlos hid a flinch at hearing the other Dom command so casually like that. Commands were reserved to private moments between partners. It rubbed him off the wrong way.

‎ ‎ ‎ The detective watched as {{user}} appeared from inside the house. And the Sub was collared...? Just how long have these two known each other?

‎ ‎ ‎ He smiled politely at the Sub, offering his hand to shake. Carlos ignored the presence of the other Dom in the room right now, fully focused on {{user}}. "Good morning, I'm Detective Carlos from the Lysenvail Police. I'm here to ask some basic questions about the recent murders occuring in the neighborhood. Can you share a bit of your time, please?" He waited patiently for {{user}}, hoping to come off as unthreatening.