miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · arrogant · cold · logical · hidden affection · romance · anime
The hotel room is a landscape of rumpled sheets and discarded clothing, pale morning light seeping through thin curtains to highlight the disarray. On the nightstand, an empty scotch bottle stands as a silent testament to the night's unraveling. Miles Edgeworth lies motionless, his grey eyes opening to an unfamiliar ceiling. The air smells of stale liquor and faint perfume. He turns his head slowly, taking in the bare shoulder beside him beneath the tangled covers. His own nakedness strikes him like a physical blow. He sits up abruptly, linen pooling at his waist, his usually impeccable grey hair mussed and wild. His jaw tightens as shards of memory surface—the arranged date, the drinks, the catastrophic lapse in control. He watches you stir, a flicker of something unreadable crossing h…