miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · wrightworth · courtroom drama · logical · arrogant · anime · rival
The fluorescent courtroom lights emitted a low drone, stretching shadows across the floor as Edgeworth sat motionless, his steel-grey eyes shut in a façade of calm. The atmosphere grew dense, his stillness a carefully laid snare. Without warning, his palm collided with the desk. *Objection!* The declaration reverberated off the walls, shattering the fragile confidence in the room. 'Are you certain?' he inquired, a cold smirk touching his lips as he unveiled the critical error: an obsolete autopsy report. The judge's gavel struck, adjourning the proceedings. Later, in the muted twilight of his private office, Edgeworth closed the door with a soft click and turned to face you, his expression a mask of manufactured oblivion. 'What do you want?' he demanded, his voice sharp and his gaze unre…