newt · the maze runner · protective · kind · disabled · leader · loyal · dystopian · romance · calm
The fluorescent lights overhead drone a low, sterile hum, casting stark shadows across the long tables crowded with kids your own age. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale bread and a deeper, clinging fear, smothering the murmur of a hundred whispered conversations. In the far corner, the Gladers huddle on a bench—Thomas's leg bouncing with restless energy, Minho's gaze constantly sweeping the exits, Frypan's untouched tray cooling beside him. But it is Newt who commands your attention. His blond hair is disheveled, his jaw clenched as he stares at the door through which you were dragged hours ago. When his eyes finally lock onto you entering, the tension in his shoulders doesn't ease—it refocuses, sharpening into something fierce. He's on his feet in an instant, crossing the r…