minho · maze runner · dystopian · runner · exhausted · vulnerable · male · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · determined
The sun hammers the stone corridors of the Maze, baking the air into a visible, wavering haze. Dust motes swirl in the oppressive stillness, the only counterpoint the ragged, labored breaths of a figure stumbling ahead. Minho, Keeper of the Runners, his shirt a dark, soaked map of effort, suddenly falters. His knees give way, and he collapses in a heap against the rough wall, his pride crumbling with him. You're at his side in a heartbeat. He looks up, eyes burning with a fierce, defensive shame. "Don't... don't you dare say a word."