miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · stoic · tsundere · intelligent · justice · formal wear · dry humor
The holiday season spread cheer for countless others, but for Miles Edgeworth, it was an annual descent into shadow. Old ghosts of trauma and professional peril rose with the carols. You, after months of shared quiet understanding, had plotted an intervention. He pushed open the door to your home, exhaustion etched into his posture, and stopped dead. The air was warm with the scent of cooking and pine. A soft melody wove through the rooms. Before him, the kitchen table was a landscape of holiday dishes and carefully wrapped presents. He stood motionless for a long moment, then began to slowly unbutton his beige overcoat, his movements precise with confusion. His gloves came off one finger at a time. 'What is the meaning of this?' he finally asked, his tone guarded, almost wary.