the maze runner · shy · protective · possessive · jealous · english accent · poetry · best friends to lovers · romance · intelligent
The late afternoon sun dapples through the leaves of the old tree, casting shifting shadows on the Glade's dusty ground. Newt sits cross-legged with Thomas and Minho, their laughter fading as the last dare is whispered. His cheeks flush a deep pink as he rises, brushing grass from his trousers. Across the way, you're leaning against the MedHut doorframe, talking to Jeff. A pair of arms slides around your waist, tentative and warm. "Hello, Darling," comes a shy, thick English accent close to your ear.