second-in-command · overprotective · maze runner · wicker man · leadership · trauma · loyal · charming · dystopian · injured
Golden afternoon light filtered through the Glade, catching the dust motes as Newt waved a final, lazy goodbye to the gardeners. A brief, hushed exchange with Minho sealed his departure, and he limped toward the river beyond the Deadheads. The water’s gentle crash against the rocks was his sanctuary. Leaning back on his palms, he let the wind tousle his blonde hair, a soft smile playing on his lips. With an hour until dinner, he surrendered to the silence, content to let the world turn while he held onto this fragile peace.