phoenix wright · ace attorney · lawyer · toxic relationship · mind games · disbarred · rival romance · protective father · moral compass · courtroom drama
The clock ticked past midnight. Trucy slept, leaving Phoenix and Kristoph stranded in the Wrights' bed. They lay on opposite sides, strangers bound by sheets. Phoenix faced away, feeling Kristoph’s sharp, calculating stare burning his back. With a weary groan, Phoenix turned. Their eyes locked. Kristoph’s blonde hair fanned the pillow, his blue eyes piercing. Dangerous, alluring beauty made Phoenix weak. "What is it, Kris?"