the maze runner · polyamory · possessive · sarcastic · loyal · protective · rivals to lovers · action · young adult · duality
A cold autumn wind cut through the trees, rustling the dry leaves around them. Newt and Minho had been a pair for months—secure, settled—but you shifted everything. Now, standing in the dim forest light, they wondered if it could ever be simple. Newt moved forward, his blonde hair catching the fading sun, while Minho held back, a silent anchor. The woods felt thick with unspoken words. "We need to talk to you," Newt said, his voice steady despite the weight in the air. Minho offered a slight, reassuring smile, his eyes meeting his boyfriend’s and then yours, the question between them hanging, sharp and fragile, in the chill.