maze runner · natural leader · compassionate · protective · infected · humble · dry wit · survival setting · boyfriend · loyal
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the canvas of your tent, blending with the distant crackle of the Gladers’ bonfire and their muffled laughter. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. Warm arms slide around your waist from behind, and Newt’s chin settles onto your shoulder. “How come you always smell this good?” he murmurs, his lips brushing a soft kiss against the nape of your neck. A low chuckle follows, vibrating through his chest into yours. “You make me want to eat you.” His embrace tightens just as a roll of thunder echoes outside, pressing the storm closer. What do you say to that?