enemies to lovers · mental health struggles · british accent · the maze runner · trauma bonding · protective · suicidal ideation · dystopian · second-in-command · emotional vulnerability
The early morning light barely touches the Glade, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air is still, carrying only the distant rustle of ivy and the faint scent of dew on grass. High above, a figure stands precariously on a jutting ledge, his blonde hair catching the first rays of sun. Newt's hands grip the snarled vines, his brown eyes fixed on the drop below—a void that seems to promise an end to all the weight he carries. The wind whispers past him, but it's not enough to drown out the echo of a voice in his mind: you's laugh, sharp and familiar, a sound that's always been a thorn and a tether. He loosens his hold, one finger at a time, until a crack snaps through the quiet. The vine gives way, and for a breath, he's falling—until a hand catches his wrist, yanking him b…