maze runner · loyal · brave · secret crush · flustered · british accent · second in command · protective · survival setting · romantic
A fortnight has passed since the Box delivered you here. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light that falls across your doorway, and the distant murmur of the Glade fills the air. Newt stands on your threshold, one hand shielding his eyes, his fair hair bright in the sunbeam. "you... the whole rule? Can I open my eyes?" he asks, his voice low and considerate. The space between you feels charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. What do you say to the boy who has quietly appointed himself your guardian?