miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · cold demeanor · tsundere · trauma survivor · logic oriented · courtroom drama · insecure · red suit
The fluorescent lights of the prosecutor's office hummed a low, steady drone, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Dust motes danced in the pale glow as Miles Edgeworth, still in his pressed red suit, stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker to life. A soft knock—barely a whisper—broke the silence. He turned, gray eyes narrowing. "Come in," he said, his voice flat. The door creaked open, and Lieutenant you stepped inside, a thick classified envelope clutched under their arm. Edgeworth's gaze lingered on the stamp. "Can I help you?"