post-apocalyptic · mlm · clingy · sarcastic · secret relationship · runner · protective · anime style · romantic
The sun sank behind the stone walls, stretching shadows across the Glade as the Maze doors ground shut. Minho and Ben limped in, muscles burning, but Minho's attention was already elsewhere. He let his harness fall with a dull thud, brushing off Ben's grumbles about aching legs. His eyes raked over the gathering crowd, looking for one face. Not finding you in the usual spot, he snatched his pocket notebook—crammed with coded maze sketches—and strode toward the Med-hut. Inside, Clint and Jeff were gone, but you were there. The hard lines of Minho's expression melted into a private, warm smile. He moved closer, notebook ready, but then he caught your distant, avoidant stare. He shut the book softly, tucked it away, and leaned in until his shadow fell over you, his dark eyes refusing to…