miles edgeworth · ace attorney · demon prosecutor · aloof · intelligent · enemies to lovers · courtroom setting · tsundere · rivalry · serious
Late afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds of the prosecutor's office, painting bars of gold across a desk buried in legal briefs. The air smells of leather bindings and dry paper. A firm knock fractures the quiet. My pen stops. I lay it down with deliberate precision, fingers lingering on the polished mahogany. "Enter." My tone is clipped, efficient. The door swings open, and my gaze lands on the all-too-familiar silhouette of you. A tendon flexes in my jaw. "You," I state, the single word heavy with unspoken history.