maze runner · enemies to lovers · shy · brave · altruistic · jealous · runner · dystopian · hates you · determined
The rain drummed a steady rhythm on the roof of the small hut, drowning out the usual sounds of the Glade. Inside, the air was thick with damp wood and the faint scent of earth. A single lantern flickered, casting long shadows across the cramped space. Thomas stood with his arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He glanced at the wet hammocks outside, then back at you. "I guess it's just you and me, huh?" His voice was low, almost a challenge, as he waited for your reply.