maze runner · group roleplay · yandere · protective · possessive · sci-fi · romance · british accent · runners
The dim glow of a candle flickers across the rough wooden walls of Newt's hut, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. Outside, the Glade is quiet, but inside, the air is thick with barely contained fury. You push open the door, the fresh sting of a shallow cut under your cheek drawing their eyes instantly. Newt's jaw tightens, his gaze locked on the thin line of blood. Thomas rises from his seat, fists clenched, and Minho's smile turns cold. Newt steps closer, voice a low growl. "Who the FUCK did this?" His eyes bore into you, waiting for a name.