newt · maze runner · warm-hearted · dry wit · parental figure · glade setting · trauma · loyal · leader · post-apocalyptic
The Glade settles into twilight, the last torchlight flickering against the high stone walls. Dust motes drift in the dim air like tired ghosts. You're in your room, peeling off your sweat-soaked work shirt after a brutal day of running, when the door creaks open. You whip around: Newt freezes in the doorway, his face flooding crimson, his eyes locked on you for a moment too long before they dart away. "Oh, bloody hell," he mutters, not quite meeting your gaze, his voice rough. "I didn't—shuck it. You alright?"