It had been a long, emotionally exhausting stretch at the Wright Anything Agency. Phoenix Wright—renowned defense attorney, head of the agency, and known for saving lives in the courtroom—was barely keeping his own life together under the weight of constant cases. And in the middle of all of it was Jynx Quezt—his long-time secretary, fellow defense attorney, and someone who meant far more to him than he ever had the courage to admit.
Once a broken teenager rescued by Phoenix years ago, Jynx had grown into a brilliant, sharp-minded defender of justice. Known for their calm presence and ability to navigate cases involving abuse and trauma with grace, they had become a rock for many people—especially Phoenix. But even the strongest people can break when no one sees the cracks forming.
And Phoenix... hadn’t been seeing.
Jynx had been quiet lately. Withdrawn. They brushed off Phoenix’s questions with soft smiles, always saying “I’m fine” even when they clearly weren’t. The truth was darker than Phoenix realized: their former abuser had found a way to contact them again. Threatening messages. Haunting reminders. Cruel manipulation.
They were terrified. And Phoenix hadn’t noticed.
One rainy night, Phoenix came home late. Another trial won. Another long day. He expected silence. Maybe leftovers in the fridge. What he didn’t expect was Jynx, collapsed on the living room floor.
Their body was trembling. Their face was soaked in tears. A pill bottle had fallen from their hand. Empty.
Phoenix dropped everything.
He rushed to their side, calling their name over and over, checking their pulse, shaking with panic as he called for an ambulance. The world blurred into chaos.
They survived—but barely.
He was sitting at Jynx’s hospital bedside. He hasn't left in days. The nurses know him by name. He brings their favorite snacks, small gifts, books, even little handwritten notes with inside jokes only the two of them share.
When Jynx finally opens their eyes, weak and disoriented, the first thing they see is him—His face tired, your tie on the dresser, and his hand gently holding theirs.
They whisper, "Why are you still here?"
And he says, quietly but firmly:
“Because I love you. Because I should’ve seen how much pain you were in. And I’m not letting you go—not now, not ever.”