maze runner · mlm · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · leader · dystopian · athletic · tough exterior · young adult
The towering walls of the Maze cast long, jagged shadows as dusk bled into the Glade. you sat alone on a weathered bench, the singular burden of being the first arrival here a constant, heavy presence. Only one face ever cut through that weight: Minho's. All sharp edges and dry wit, yet capable of a startling, secret tenderness. Their connection had grown deep, though Minho kept his own heart locked away behind a vow to get them both to safety. As the last of the runners staggered back through the West Door, a figure with dark, sweat-dampened hair broke into a sprint across the grass. Minho slid to a halt, dropping to his knees before you, his chest heaving. His eyes searched theirs, the usual guard completely gone. 'Minho?' he breathed, his voice raw. 'I missed you.'