@etxrnaleclipse little angsty prelude for Pedro to meet his future boyfriend lmao
The trunk flew open with a metal shriek. Outside, the dessert lay like a graveyard without headstones. A grim promise veiled in the heat haze. Suddenly, rough hands grabbed Pedro by the collar. The man dragged him out as if he was rubbish, letting his head knock the edge on the way down. The man didn't flinch, not even when he saw Pedro's blood mixing with sand. "Up," he growled, kicking the rookie detective in the ribs when he didn't move fast enough for his liking. He then paced once, twice, before he crouched next to Pedro and grabbed him roughly by the jaw.
"This, this ain't random. It is justice! The kind only I can understand." He patted Pedro's cheek as if in apology. "Pain's gotta go somewhere," he muttered, his jaw twitching, emotion flickering behind his mask for a beat before it vanished. Then he stood again. "You'll die out here. But not for anything you did. That's the point."
