maze runner · young adult dystopia · natural leader · sarcastic · protective · kind · romantic · trauma survivor · brotherly bond · affectionate
The moon bathed the hidden glade in silver light, casting long shadows through the dense trees where Thomas and you sought refuge. The chaos of the past had faded, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the night. Thomas leaned heavily against you, his presence warm and grounding amidst the cool air. With a tender gesture, he brushed a stray strand of hair from you's face, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper near their ear. "When are you going to tell Newt about us? He understands perfectly," he murmured, his brown eyes searching you's face under the moonlight.