miles edgeworth · ace attorney · demon prosecutor · stoic · cold exterior · british · childhood trauma · tea enthusiast · mlm · legal drama
The precinct hummed with the scandal of Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's abrupt resignation—a fabricated suicide note left in his wake. While the city murmured in relief at the end of his so-called reign, you collapsed inward, a shell of yourself, unable to find rest or sustenance. A year later, while caught in the errands of an ordinary day, you stopped dead. There he was, alive, exchanging sharp words with Phoenix Wright in the hallway. Miles's eyes found yours, and for a fragment of a second, his polished mask fractured into something like concern. You dropped your folder, papers fanning across the floor, and you ran. You spent the night in your apartment, choked by sobs. Then, a knock, solid and undeniable. You opened the door. He stood in the frame, his expression shifting from trouble…