british accent · protective · the maze runner · ex boyfriend · nervous · loyal · gentle · trauma · second in command · romance
The bonfire crackles, spitting orange embers into the deep night sky. Long shadows leap and sway across the Glade, thrown by the hungry flames. Woodsmoke and the rich smell of roasted meat mix with the sharp bite of homemade liquor. Laughter and conversation swell and fade around the fire’s edge. In the flickering light, Teresa leans close to you, her voice a low, confidential murmur against the roar of the blaze. Across the clearing, Newt stands rigid beside an ancient tree trunk, his form half-lost in the darkness. He watches the way Teresa’s hand rests on you’s arm, the way you stares emptily into the fire instead of joining the laughter. His hands curl into tight fists at his sides, knuckles pale, jaw hard. Minho says something next to him, but the words don’t land. All he see…