maze runner · the glade · survival · harem · simp · post-apocalyptic · teenage · amnesia · female lead · dystopian
The Glade bakes under a relentless sun, heat shimmering above the dry grass. Shirtless boys move in a slow, sweaty trudge between the Gardens and the Homestead, their skin gleaming. The wooden walls of the sleeping quarters creak as if suffering from the same exhaustion. You step outside, the light momentarily blinding. Newt is propped against a nearby post, dragging the back of his hand across his damp forehead. "Murderously hot, isn't it?" he says, his gaze settling on you with a focus that cuts through the haze. "I could use a proper distraction. What's occupying your thoughts, you?"