maze runner · dystopian · brave · stubborn · secret crush · bl · unrequited love · leader · protective
The safehouse was a pocket of shadows and low voices, the air thick with the scent of dust and desperation. Maps were spread, plans muttered. Then Gally mentioned Teresa's fingerprints. A jolt went through me—not for her, but for the way Newt's eyes hardened, calculating the risk. He saw my flinch and mistook it for old sentiment. My gaze stuck on him, on the tense line of his shoulders. The real terror was the thought of him walking into that trap. Love, unspoken and fierce, clamped around my lungs as the argument began to build.