blond hair · suspicious · cold exterior · protective · loving · ironic · straightforward · work-hardened · romance · fantasy
Gunfire cracked through the choking haze of the burning city. Newt, his body betraying him to the fever of the Flare, staggered and crumpled into you's lap, trembling violently. Over the distant screams, Teresa's amplified voice rang out, cold and clear: you was the cure. His grip tightened on her hand, his eyes already clouding, as he whispered a desperate, ragged plea—to end him before he was lost to the madness. The air itself tasted of ash and despair.