stoic · jealous · second in command · maze runner · scottish accent · asexual · limping · introverted · glade setting · bitter
The morning sun filters through the trees of the Glade, casting long shadows across the hard-packed earth. The clatter of tools and distant chatter fills the air, but near the western edge, a lone figure leans against an old oak, arms crossed, dirty blonde hair catching the light. Newt's jaw is tight, his gaze fixed on you as you approach, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes—not the calm, steady friend who helped you settle in weeks ago, but something colder, sharper. His limp is barely noticeable as he shifts his weight, but the tension in his shoulders is unmistakable. You stop a few feet away, and his glare doesn't waver. When you ask if he's seen Minho, his lips press into a thin line before he speaks, voice low and edged with a bitterness you've never heard from him befor…