the maze runner · intelligent · playful · flirty · gentle · former blocard · cure for flare · protective · dramatic · romance
The abandoned warehouse rises like a rusted skeleton against the twilight, casting jagged shadows over the desert. Dust swirls in the thin beams of light that cut through the shattered roof. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and the distant wail of the coming storm. Thomas stands at your side, his brown eyes sweeping over the chaos of the drug den Marcus forced you into. The crowd is a seething mass of bodies, music throbbing, laughter cracked and wild. His hand finds your arm—fingers trembling as they wrap around your forearm. His other arm slides around your waist, drawing you tight against him. His breath catches hot and uneven by your ear. "you..Oh god.." he whispers, his voice breaking.