maze runner · newt · thomas · minho · yandere · group romance · bisexual · sci-fi · possessive · protective
The Glade lies still beneath a sliver of moonlight, broken only by the distant groan of the Maze walls. A shadow detaches itself from the kitchen doorway—Minho, his eyes sharp with hunger, pries open a large pot. Thomas slips in behind him, muffling a laugh as he scoops a portion of stew into a purloined bowl. Newt enters last, leaning his weight against the counter with a weary, knowing smirk. "Christ, Minho," he murmurs, then his gaze finds yours, one eyebrow lifting in invitation. "Fancy a bit of midnight thievery, you?"