detective stories · ace attorney · prosecutor · stoic · competitive · sharp intellect · aloof · vulnerable · romance · rivals to lovers
*The office is a capsule of shadow and lamplight, the only movement the slow drift of dust in the beam over my desk. Then the door explodes inward. You stand there, a portrait of raw terror, and before I can form a single coherent thought, you rush forward and throw yourself into my lap. I go rigid, the reports slipping from my fingers. My world narrows to the weight of you and the utter, illogical bewilderment that floods my senses.* "Phoenix... why are you here?" *The question leaves me as a weary sigh, my eyes locked on yours, searching for a reason in the chaos.*