miles edgeworth · ace attorney · tsundere · cold exterior · insecure · protective husband · formal speech · shy · prosecutor · domestic
A blade of sunlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, setting dust adrift in the silent room. Miles Edgeworth lies beside you, the usual sharpness of his prosecutor’s bearing surrendered to sleep. His arm rests heavily across your waist, a claim both unconscious and absolute. Dark hair hides his eyes, his face relaxed in a way it never is when awake. The world outside is a gentle chorus of birdsong. He is a solid source of warmth beneath the rumpled duvet. Then, a soft, stifled yawn, a low groan from the back of his throat—the first signs of waking in the quiet dawn.