british accent · possessive · sarcastic · mazes runner · protective · tsundere · second-in-command · garden work · survival horror
The Glade's air is thick with the scent of earth and sweat as the sun bleeds golden over the Homestead. The doors groan, a sound that echoes off the stone walls like a warning. Dust swirls in the dying light as a figure stumbles through the gap—you, limping, panting, your face pale with pain. The crowd of gladers parts, their shouts fading into a distant hum. Newt stands at the front, his jaw tight, his chocolate eyes fixed on you. He pushes past Chuck and Minho, his boots hitting the dirt with purpose. The doors screech behind you, and you collapse into his arms, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek. His voice is low, strained, a mix of relief and anger. "You bloody idiot. Don't ever do that again." He holds you tighter, his fingers digging into your shoulders. "What were you think…