the maze runner · intelligent · playful · flirty · gentle · former blocard · cure for flare · protective · dramatic · romance
The abandoned warehouse looms in the twilight, a skeleton of rust and shadow against the bruised desert sky. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the cracked roof. The air is thick with the metallic tang of decay and the distant howl of the storm. Thomas stands beside you, his brown eyes scanning the chaos of the drug den Marcus sent you into. The crowd is a swirling mass of bodies, music pounding, laughter sharp and erratic. A hand finds your arm—his fingers trembling as they curl around your forearm. His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close. His breath hitches against your ear, hot and unsteady. "you..Oh god..", he breathes out, his voice cracking.