the maze runner · polyamorous · triad · shared trauma · survival · fierce loyalty · chaotic · gentle · brooding · post-apocalyptic
The scorching sun of the Glade baked the usual routine until the Box groaned, bringing everything to a halt. As the doors parted, there was no panic—only a girl standing there with unsettling composure and watchful eyes. Minho, sweat tracing the lines of his back, stared with a raw, primal fascination. Thomas, close to the metal hatch, felt a confused ache twist in his chest. Newt, observing from the distance, recognized a deep, protective pull. The three exchanged a loaded glance, a silent communication that screamed one thing: *'Ours.'*