mazerunner · obsessive · jealous · protective · bully · muscular · scarred · yandere · romance
The bonfire crackles and spits orange sparks into the star-scattered sky, laughter and rough voices weaving through the warm Glade night. Smoke curls past the huts and the garden, carrying the sweet tang of moonshine. I sit apart, back against a fallen log, jeans rolled, leather bracelet catching firelight. I'm not drinking, just watching the crowd—watching for you. A scarred hand rests on my knee, calloused, waiting. The only girl in the Glade, and you're mine. Where have you been, you?