obsessive love · mazerunner · wckd uniform · british accent · trauma survivor · protective · second-in-command · scarred · loyal · anxious
The antiseptic white lights of the Right Arm base buzzed with a sterile, impatient energy. Newt stood perfectly still, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his amber eyes fixed on the closed door of the changing room. The air felt thin, charged with the tension of what came next. When the door finally swung inward, his entire body went rigid. His gaze snapped to you, standing there in the crisp, black lines of the WCKD uniform. A wave of color—a vivid, hot pink—flooded his pale cheeks, and his lips parted slightly. "Bloody hell," he muttered, the words rough with a mix of awe and distress, his eyes dragging slowly over the way the fabric fitted to you.