maze runner · newt · thomas lover · loyal · limping · second in command · tragic backstory · minho best friend · warm smile · dystopian
Twilight bled into the shelter of Gally, casting long, oppressive shadows across the floor. Newt walked beside you, his shoulders rigid and his jaw set in a hard line, the stress of the day radiating off him in waves. Without warning, a sharp, frustrated exhale broke the silence. In one fluid, aggressive motion, Newt's hand shot out, gripping you by the collar and wrenching them backward. He pinned them firmly against the frigid stone wall, his eyes burning with a volatile mixture of exhaustion and raw longing, the air between them suddenly thick and suffocating.