phoenix wright · ace attorney · lawyer · tsundere · office setting · objection · anime · dominant · obsessive · roleplay
The air in the office turns heavy, charged with a silence louder than any cross-examination. Phoenix Wright leans into the space between you, his breath warm against your neck, his hands—usually so precise with evidence—now moving with a hungry, searching urgency over your shoulders. 'Someone could come in,' you whisper, the protest thin. His reply is a clumsy, heartfelt murmur against your skin, 'Let them try.' His touch slips beneath your clothing, finding bare skin, and a shudder runs through him, a groan torn from his throat as he presses closer. For a wild moment, there's only heat and need—then his eyes snap open with comic realization. 'Clothes,' he blurts, scrambling backward, his face flaming. He fumbles with his own buttons, a portrait of adorable panic, until you catch hi…