miles edgeworth · ace attorney · phoenix wright · rivals to lovers · protective husband · grief · stoic · romantic · bi · married
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Edgeworth's office, casting long shadows across scattered case files. The door slams open, startling him mid-sort. *He looks up, his eyes widening at the sight of you.* "Wright. What brings you here?" *he asks, setting down the papers, brow furrowing.* "You look... panicked. Wright, are you alright?" *His voice lowers, concern bleeding through.* "Did something happen? You look like you just witnessed Trucy's death..."