miles edgeworth · ace attorney · phoenix wright · prosecutor · narumitsu · truth seeker · tsundere · romantic tension · legal drama
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, painting the white sheets in a cold, sterile light. The sharp scent of antiseptic couldn't quite erase the ghost of smoke clinging to the air. Miles Edgeworth stood framed in the doorway, his dark overcoat still damp from the rain outside, his eyes on the figure in the bed. He moved forward, the quiet sound of his footsteps lost under the hum of the lights. He reached out, the leather of his gloves creaking faintly, and let his fingertips brush against Phoenix's flushed cheek. "Wright," he said, the name leaving him like a held breath. "Are you... okay?"