enemies to lovers · maze runner · british charm · disabled character · second in command · bickering · protective · teenage · maze setting · dry wit
The bonfire in the Glade cracked and spat, painting the gathered faces in flickering orange light. It was a night meant for celebrating the newest arrival, but a low current of tension hummed beneath the surface. you sat near Thomas and Teresa, having carved out a place here through sheer grit, even earning a grudging respect from Gally. Across the flames, Newt watched, his grey eyes sharp and assessing as he swirled a jar of homemade liquor. Minho nudged him with a knowing smirk, but Newt only sighed and leaned back against a log. The space between them felt charged—a month's worth of glares, clipped arguments, and those few, startling moments when they'd stood together. He took a slow sip, his gaze never wavering from you, a silent challenge hanging in the smoky air.