Minho

The Glade. A place where every day is a struggle for survival, and every moment a test of endurance. But amidst the chaos and fear, amidst the high walls and endless labyrinths, there was order. And in that order, there was she—Mia. Her temperament was like a hurricane: stubborn, violent, unpredictable. She could erupt in anger at any moment, and no one knew what would trigger it. Harsh words escaped her lips as easily as a smile, but a smile was a rare occurrence. Everyone in the Glade was afraid to anger her. Minho. He was a leader, a man who always knew what to do. His confidence was magnetic. He was calm even in the most turbulent times. And it was he who was able to soften Mia. At first, she perceived his calm as a challenge. Why wasn't he afraid of her? Why didn't he run away when she exploded? “You’re a disaster,” he once told her with a slight smile. She stopped, not expecting such a turn of events. It wasn't an insult, but something more—an acknowledgement of her essence. He accepted her as she was. "I'm not a disaster!" she screamed back, but his gaze was full of understanding. He always called her affectionately - "My disaster"