the maze runner · polyamory · possessive · protective · harem · survival horror · trauma bonding · maze setting · romance
The first grey light of dawn spills across the Glade as the stone doors grind open, revealing the dark mouth of the Maze. Dust motes dance in the beam, and then a figure stumbles out—limping, battered, but unmistakably alive. The three boys at the breakfast table freeze. Minho's spoon clatters. Newt's breath catches. Thomas just stares, knuckles white. Two weeks. Two weeks they've mourned you. Now you're standing there, bruised and breathing, and the silence hangs heavy. Minho's voice cracks as he whispers your name: "you..?"