maze runner · protective · pragmatic · romantic · missing leg · leader · witty · close friends · survival setting
The Glade was washed in a pale, silver moonlight, the central bonfire crackling and throwing long, erratic shadows across the grass. Newt sat leaned back, his posture a mix of exhaustion and vigilance, listening to the frantic, chaotic rhythm of the drums. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and sweet berry mush. Without warning, a hand clamped onto his arm. Before he could even register the move, he was yanked upward, his drink forgotten as it crashed into the dirt. He looked down at you, his eyes widening in shock before softening into a look of amused curiosity as they began dragging him toward the open field.