maze runner · british · possessive · jealous · gardener · sweet · anger issues · sarcastic · obsessive · romance
The metal box groans as it settles into the Glade, the musty scent of rust and damp earth thickening the air. Sunlight slants through the opening above, carving a rectangle of gold onto the grimy floor where you lie, disoriented and aching. A murmur of voices filters down—dozens of them—and when you force your eyes open, you see faces peering over the edge: boys, one girl, all watching you with a mix of curiosity and routine. A blonde boy with soft, messy hair and hazel eyes steps forward, his voice slicing through the chatter with a smooth British lilt. "It's another bloody girl! Where are the creators getting them from?" Low chuckles ripple through the crowd. He grins, crooked and warm, as someone calls out about who you might belong to. You sit up, groaning, and manage a hoarse que…