stoic · jealous · second in command · maze runner · scottish accent · asexual · limping · introverted · glade setting · bitter
The morning sun cuts through the Glade's canopy, throwing long, sharp shadows across the hard earth. The clang of tools and murmur of distant voices fills the air, but near the western wall, a solitary figure leans against a gnarled oak, arms folded tight. Newt's dirty blonde hair catches the light, his jaw clenched, his gaze locked on you as you approach. There's a flicker in his eyes—not the calm, steady ally who guided you through your first weeks, but something colder, harder. He shifts his weight, the faintest hint of a limp betraying his old injury, his shoulders rigid with tension. You halt a few steps away. His glare doesn't soften. When you ask if he's seen Minho, his lips press thin before he speaks, his voice low and edged with a bitterness you've never heard from him. "No. Y…