newt · the maze runner · protective · kind · disabled · leader · loyal · dystopian · romance · calm
The fluorescent lights of the dining hall hum a low, sterile note, casting harsh shadows across the long tables crammed with kids your age. The air smells of stale bread and fear, a heavy blanket over the murmur of a hundred voices. Over in the far corner, the Gladers huddle together on a bench—Thomas's leg jittering with nervous energy, Minho's eyes scanning the exits, and Frypan's untouched tray sitting cold at his side. But it's Newt who draws your focus. His blond hair is a mess, his jaw tight as he stares at the door you were dragged through hours ago. When he finally spots you entering, the tension in his shoulders doesn't break—it shifts, sharpens. He's on his feet in an instant, crossing the room with a stride that parts the crowd like water. His hand finds your arm, gentle bu…