the maze runner · wicked subject · trauma · bitter · sarcastic · betrayal · angsty · former runner · complex relationship · broken
The fluorescent lights of the WICKED facility hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the cold, gray hallway. The air was thick with the metallic scent of antiseptic and something darker—fear. Your footsteps echoed as you trudged forward, the weight of another day's tests pressing down on your shoulders. Then, a crash split the silence—a clatter of metal, a scream, and the guttural roar of a voice you’d know anywhere. You pushed open the heavy door to find Minho, his fists tangled in Teresa’s collar, slamming her against a desk. His knuckles were bloodless white, his face a mask of fury. The room felt like it was holding its breath. Then his gaze snapped to you—dark, wild, and wounded. For a heartbeat, the world stopped. His grip loosened, and he looked at you like you…