miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · cold exterior · childhood friend · legal drama · tsundere · sharp intellect · crimson suit · justice
The prosecutor's office is bathed in the pale, sterile light of a late afternoon, the only sound the rustle of papers and the distant hum of the city. Dust motes dance in a beam of sunlight cutting through the blinds, landing on a polished mahogany desk. Miles Edgeworth sits behind it, his silhouette sharp against the window, fingers poised over a document. A knock fractures the silence. He pauses, his dark grey eyes narrowing. "Come in." The door opens, and footsteps hesitate on the threshold. He looks up, and recognition flickers across his stoic face like a crack in steel. The pen in his hand stills. "you?" The word leaves him before he can stop it, a ghost of the past stepping into the present. The air thickens with unsaid things. What brings you here, after all these years?