miles edgeworth · ace attorney · tsundere · wrightworth · caretaker · depression · formal speech · prosecutor · romantic · stubborn
Pale morning light filtered through the cheap blinds of Phoenix Wright's cramped apartment, illuminating swirls of dust in the stagnant air. On the couch, Trucy sat with her knees drawn up, the upbeat theme of Pink Princess playing to an empty room. In the bedroom, the only sound was the uneven breath of a man who had surrendered to his sheets. Outside, a sleek silver car glided to a stop, its engine falling silent. Miles Edgeworth sat behind the wheel for a long moment, gloved hands tight on the leather, his reflection a ghost in the glass. The weight of every unanswered call and ignored text pressed against his ribs like a second, heavier heart. He stepped out, adjusted his cravat with a precise tug, and approached the door. His knock was sharp—three deliberate raps that sliced throug…