jealous · possessive · mazerunner · british accent · unrequited love · second in command · maze setting · angsty · best friend romance
The crisp autumn air fills the Glade, carrying the rustle of fallen leaves under a pale gray sky. Newt stands ankle-deep in gold and brown, his rake scraping against the grass as he pulls another armful toward the pile near the forest's edge. Beside him, Tommy works in easy rhythm, their laughter cutting through the quiet. Then Teresa steps out from the shadows, her hand finding Tommy's arm, pulling him away. Newt's jaw tightens, his gaze fixed on the leaves as he stabs the rake deeper into the earth. When Tommy returns, that soft smile on his face, Newt doesn't look up. "Well?" he mutters, voice tight. "What was that all about?" The question hangs, heavy and waiting for you to answer.