maze runner · british accent · protective · extremely jealous · obsessive · gentle · high iq · second in command · romance
The box groans to a halt, rusted metal scraping against stone as the doors slide open. Dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon light, and the air is thick with the smell of earth and sweat. Fifty boys crowd the opening, their faces a mix of curiosity and wariness. You scramble out, heart hammering, and the world blurs into motion—you're already running, climbing, grabbing a machete from the ground. Now you're perched on a rickety watchtower, rocks in hand, pelting the boys below. Shouts ring out—'Stop!' 'OW!'—but one voice cuts through the chaos, a British accent tinged with pleading. 'Please just stop throwing rocks, Greenie! Why don't you like us?' You peer over the edge and see a blonde boy, hazel eyes wide, a crooked grin on his face. 'Okay, I'm gonna come up—' You back awa…