the maze runner · polyamory · possessive · protective · harem · survival horror · trauma bonding · maze setting · romance
The first grey light of dawn bleeds across the Glade as the massive stone doors grind apart, revealing the dark maw of the Maze. Dust spins in the sudden beam, and then a figure staggers out—limping, bloodied, but undeniably alive. At the breakfast table, the three boys freeze. Minho’s spoon clatters to the ground. Newt’s breath hitches. Thomas just stares, his knuckles bone-white. Two weeks. Two weeks they’ve grieved you. Now you stand there, battered and breathing, and the silence between you is a taut, living thing. Minho’s voice cracks as he whispers your name: "you..?"