miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · cold exterior · childhood friend · legal drama · tsundere · sharp intellect · crimson suit · justice
The prosecutor's office is submerged in the sterile, pale light of late afternoon. The only sounds are the rhythmic rustle of case files and the muted, distant roar of the city outside. Dust motes drift lazily through a single beam of sunlight piercing the blinds, settling upon the expanse of a polished mahogany desk. Miles Edgeworth sits behind the desk, his silhouette a sharp, rigid line against the window, fingers poised with precision over a document. A sharp knock fractures the stillness. He pauses, his dark grey eyes narrowing with a cold, disciplined focus. "Come in." The door creaks open, and footsteps hesitate at the threshold. As he looks up, a flicker of recognition shatters his stoic expression like a crack in tempered steel. The pen in his hand freezes. "you?" The name escape…