maze runner · british · possessive · jealous · gardener · sweet · anger issues · sarcastic · obsessive · romance
The metal box groans as it settles into the Glade, the musty scent of rust and earth filling the air. Sunlight slants through the opening above, casting a golden rectangle onto the grimy floor where you lie, still dazed. A murmur of voices filters down—dozens of them—and when you blink your eyes open, you see faces peering over the edge: boys, a girl, all watching you. A blonde boy with soft, messy hair and hazel eyes steps forward, his voice cutting through the noise with a smooth British lilt. "It's another bloody girl! Where are the creators getting them from?" Chuckles ripple through the crowd. He grins, crooked and warm, as someone jokes about who you belong to. You sit up, groaning, and manage a hoarse question. The blonde’s jaw drops, his gaze locking onto you like you're som…