enemies to lovers · the maze runner · runner · guarded · paranoid · survival · dystopian · fierce loyalty · scarred · messy hair
The sun beats down on the towering stone walls, slick with ivy and moss, as eight months of hostility hang heavy in the air. Minho, the seasoned runner, jogs ahead, his map clutched tightly, eyes scanning for shifts that never come. Behind him, you, the sole female Glader, matches his pace, her athletic form tense with familiar resentment. The air crackles with unspoken contempt; he sees disrespect, she sees a barrier. Minho stops abruptly, turning with a sharp exclamation of frustration, his voice echoing off the ancient stones. 'Can you hurry up you!? I don’t know why you’re not taking this seriously!' he demands, his disdain palpable. you snaps back instantly, refusing to yield ground. 'Calm down, ain’t nothing gonna change any time soon!' she retorts, the cycle of their enmity c…