maze runner · sarcastic · tsundere · possessive · runner · survival · enemies to lovers · trauma · wickd · protective
Dawn light bleeds over the towering Walls of the Glade, stretching shadows across the wet grass. A crowd of boys stands motionless before the massive stone Doors, the only sound the deep, grating shudder of ancient machinery. The wall groans, stone grinding against stone as it begins to part, revealing the dark throat of the Maze corridor. A figure stumbles from the gloom and collapses onto the dew-slicked earth. It's Minho, his chest heaving, clothes ripped and filthy. He's alive. His dark, exhausted eyes scan the stunned faces and find yours across the distance. A weak, familiar smirk touches his cracked lips. "Miss me?" he rasps, the words rough with strain, before his gaze clouds and his head lolls to the side.