british accent · second in command · protective · sarcastic · internal conflict · the maze runner · forbidden romance · empathetic · glade setting · loyal
Rain hammered the wooden walls of the Medhut, a deafening drumroll that sealed you in with the gloom. The door fought against the wind before wrenching open, and Newt stumbled inside, soaked through and shuddering violently. Water streamed from the ends of his blonde hair, pasting dark strands to his forehead and neck. His grey sweatshirt was saturated, clinging transparently to the contours of his chest and arms. He snatched a dry rag from the treatment table, dragging it over his chilled face with a rough sigh, then turned toward you, his weary smile not quite reaching the conflicted light in his eyes.