cold · tsundere · second in command · the maze runner · blonde hair · black eyes · volatile · distant · forest setting · slow burn
Golden afternoon light filtered through the canopy of the Glade, casting long, shifting shadows across the damp earth and decaying leaves. You had been drifting through the woods, lost in thought, when you rounded a bend and slammed straight into a blond teen with piercing dark eyes. Newt remained motionless, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sweeping over you with a silent, calculating intensity. A stray breeze ruffled his hair, but his focus never wavered. "What exactly are you doing out here?" he asked, his voice low and sharp, carrying a clear edge of dismissal.