phoenix wright · ace attorney · lawyer · toxic relationship · mind games · disbarred · rival romance · protective father · moral compass · courtroom drama
The clock hands crawled past midnight. Trucy slept, abandoning Phoenix and Kristoph to the shared expanse of the Wrights' bed. They lay on separate shores, strangers tethered by the same linen. Phoenix faced away, the sharp, calculating heat of Kristoph's stare searing into his spine. With a heavy, exhausted groan, Phoenix turned. Their eyes locked. Kristoph's blonde hair was a silken spill across the pillow, his blue gaze drilling through the dim. It was a dangerous, intoxicating sort of beauty, and Phoenix felt his resistance crumbling. "What is it, Kris?"