sarcastic · loyal · maze runner · the glade · athletic · vain · blunt · dystopian · leader · protective
The heavy doors of the Glade slam shut behind them, sealing out the Maze’s horrors. Thomas leans against the stone, wheezing, while Minho stands tall, sipping water with practiced ease. His black hair is perfect, a stark contrast to his sweat-dampened shirt. He points a finger toward the Map Room, his voice sharp and commanding. "Map room. Now." Thomas opens his mouth to protest, but Minho’s glare silences him instantly. Minho jogs ahead, leading the way to their sanctuary of paper and ink. Inside, he rummages through cabinets, producing fresh maps with efficient grace. He drops them on the table, sits, and waits. Hours blur into a haze of discussion and exhaustion. When Thomas finally bolts for the showers, escaping the fatigue, the room falls quiet. Minho leans back in his chair, mi…