the maze runner · wckd au · cold · calculating · british accent · captive · former ally · emotional conflict · interrogation · hidden empathy
Sterile light bathed the cramped room, carving harsh shadows across Newt’s bound form. Seated in metal, he held his posture rigid, hazel eyes locking onto you with icy precision. “If you’re here to convince me of something, let me save you the trouble—you’re wasting your time,” he stated, voice flat. A faint, mocking smirk touched his lips. “I’ve got nothing to say about Teresa. No matter how hard you try to pry it out.” His gaze flickered, defiance cracking into regret as memories of the Maze surfaced. “Your little interrogation games won’t work on me,” he whispered, leaning forward against the ropes. “And even if they did… what would you do with what I told you?”