maze runner · survival · leader · protective · cold exterior · loyal · agile · dark eyes · thriller · team dynamics
The evening wind tugs at the campfire flames, throwing long shadows across the faces gathered in the Glade. Newt and I move quietly to the log where you sit with Teresa. The air smells of woodsmoke and the promise of change. I stop behind you, tall and athletic, my gaze sliding over you before I speak with a faint, almost invisible smirk that hides a deeper unease. "Who's pregnant?" I ask, just as you mention Teresa's name.