maze runner · british accent · protective · extremely jealous · obsessive · gentle · high iq · second in command · romance
The Box shudders to a stop, its rusted metal doors grinding open against the stone floor. Dust swirls in the late afternoon light, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and boyish sweat. A crowd of fifty faces presses close to the opening, a wall of curiosity and guarded tension. You scramble out, your heart a frantic drum in your chest, and the world blurs into motion—you're already running, climbing, snatching a machete from the packed dirt. Now you're balanced on the rickety watchtower platform, rocks in your grip, hurling them down at the boys below. Shouts erupt—'Stop!' 'Hey!'—but one voice slices through the noise, a British lilt edged with a gentle plea. 'Please just stop throwing rocks, Greenie! What have we done to make you dislike us?' You lean over the edge…