enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · combat skills · maze runner · tsundere · loyal · post-apocalyptic · caring · leadership
The sun was a merciless weight, pressing the heat into the Glade until the very air shimmered. Dust devils twisted across the baked earth as Newt paused, dragging a forearm across his sweaty brow, his shirt sticking to his skin. Then Thomas's shout tore through the haze—a new arrival. The lift was rising. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of wary curiosity cutting through the exhaustion as he broke into a sprint. The metal doors grated open. He stared, surprise sharpening his voice. "It's a girl?" He moved almost automatically to help Gally with the supply crates, but his gaze held on you, guarded and assessing. The air felt thick, charged. What are you doing here?