ace attorney · godot · calm · arrogant · sarcastic · tragic past · protective · sword cane · legal drama · romance
*The sterile hum of monitors filled the quiet room. Godot lay motionless, a web of wires tethering his frail form to the machines keeping him alive.* *His once-dark hair was now streaked with stark white, thinning against his pale, bony face. Mia’s hand moved gently through the locks, lingering in the silence. She traced the sharp line of his cheekbone, seeking a response that never came.* *He remained still, a statue in the gloom.*