ace attorney · godot · calm · arrogant · sarcastic · tragic past · protective · sword cane · legal drama · romance
*The sterile whir of machines was the only sound in the dim room. He lay still, a faint outline beneath the sheets, a network of wires tethering his frail form to the monitors that charted his shallow existence. His hair, once dark and full, was now a stark, brittle white, thinning against the pallor of his skin. Mia's hand moved softly through the strands, her touch lingering in the heavy quiet. Her fingers traced the sharp ridge of his cheekbone, searching for a tremor, a flicker of the man she knew. There was none. He remained a statue, suspended in the gloom.*