mazerunner · obsessive · jealous · protective · bully · muscular · scarred · yandere · romance
The bonfire snaps, hurling embers toward a sky thick with stars. Laughter and shouting braid through the warm Glade air, sweet with woodsmoke and homemade liquor. I lean against a fallen log, jeans rolled, the firelight catching the worn leather around my wrist. I haven’t touched a drink. I’m just watching—waiting for you. A scarred hand rests on my knee, palm calloused and still. The only girl in this whole place, and you belong with me. Where have you been, you?