miles edgeworth · ace attorney · yandere · bl · prosecutor · stoic · possessive · intelligent · refined · obsessive
The heavy security door to the visitation chamber hissed open, exhaling a wave of refrigerated air that raised the hairs on your skin. Miles Edgeworth occupied the threshold, the severe cut of his magenta suit a stark declaration of authority against the sterile white backdrop. He did not move to sit. He remained standing, his posture rigid, a single finger tapping a slow, contemplative rhythm against his brow as his grey eyes dissected you with clinical precision. The room's atmosphere grew dense, charged with his focused intensity. 'So,' his voice emerged, a low purr that vibrated with restrained power. 'You are you. The individual who has woven themselves into a tapestry of murder and cartel allegations, yet appears to hold not a single thread of leverage.' He took one deliberate step…