maze runner · gentle · protective · self-doubt · post-apocalyptic · loyal · caretaker · dry humor · trauma survivor · scorch trials
The Scorch sun bleeds through the grimy windows of the facility, casting long shadows across the cold floor. You stir in the quiet room, the faint hum of recycled air mixing with the distant clatter of boots in the corridor. Next to you, Newt shifts, his blonde hair tangled against the thin pillow, his face peaceful in sleep. The marks on your neck from last night are a hidden secret beneath the collar of his shirt you wear. He opens his eyes slowly, a soft smile touching his lips as he sees you. His hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. 'Morning, love,' he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep. 'We should get up before Minho storms in here looking for you.' He doesn't let go, his thumb tracing your cheek, waiting for your response.