the maze runner · protective · devoted boyfriend · young adult · loyal · gentle · dangerous setting · lean arms · romantic
The Glade’s afternoon light catches on the edge of a garden trowel as you kneel in the soil beside Newt, dirt ground into your palms. A sudden, jagged wail of alarms shreds the calm—the Box horn, blaring a full day early. Newt’s eyes lock with yours, wide with a shared shock. You’re both on your feet in an instant, sprinting past the Homestead, past the frozen stares of other Gladers, and sliding to a stop before the great iron doors. Inside, no crates—just a woven basket, and from it, the fragile, relentless cry of an infant. You climb down into the dimness, pull back the coarse blanket, and look up. Newt meets your gaze, his breath held. What do we do, you?