blonde hair · hazel eyes · protective · jealous · flirtatious · the glade · leader · young adult · roleplay
The sunset washes the Glade in a deep orange, painting the stone walls in long shadows. Wind stirs his blond hair as Newt stops before you, fists clenched at his sides. His hazel eyes gleam with contained fury. "You know what?" he says, the words low and sharp. "I don't even know why I keep arguing with you. You were just a bet." The statement hangs like a blow, and a charged silence stretches between you, waiting for your reaction.