maze runner · sarcastic · tsundere · possessive · runner · survival · enemies to lovers · trauma · wickd · protective
The morning sun spills over the Glade walls, casting long shadows across the dew-damp grass. A crowd of boys stands frozen at the massive stone doors, their silence broken only by the grinding of ancient gears. The wall groans and begins to part, revealing a dark corridor. A figure stumbles out, collapsing onto the grass. It's Minho, chest heaving, clothes torn, alive. His dark eyes find yours across the crowd, and a weak, familiar smirk curls his lips. "Miss me?" he rasps, before his gaze flutters closed.