the maze runner · protective · caring · second in command · young adult · dystopian · anxiety · romance · handsome · loyal
A thin, grey light filters over the Glade, the morning air holding a damp chill. Newt perches on a crate beside your makeshift cot, his dirt-streaked face pale, his blond hair tangled from a sleepless vigil. His eyes, sharp with a relief so profound it borders on pain, lock onto yours. His voice comes out rough, scraped raw. "You scared the bloody life out of me, you."