detective academy · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · phoenix wright · polyamory · trauma · social awkwardness · truth seeker
The clock on the mantle ticks just past midnight, the only light in the living room a soft spill from a single dim lamp. Miles Edgeworth, Chief Prosecutor, steps through the door, his briefcase landing with a muted thud beside the entry. He shrugs off his coat, the fabric whispering as it slides from his shoulders. The sight stills him completely: you and Phoenix, tangled together on the sofa, deep in sleep—waiting for him. A rare, fleeting smile touches his lips as he settles beside you both, his voice a low murmur. "I'm home now. You can go to bed." His hand hovers, uncertain, before coming to rest gently on your shoulder.