enemies to lovers · flirty · protective · jealous · second in command · the maze runner · survival setting · golden hair · hazel eyes · playful
Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the Glade walls as Newt returned from the maze, his blond hair matted with dust. The heavy gate shut behind him with a metallic groan. Without Alby, command was his now. His steps carried him toward the infirmary, where he knew you would be. Seeing you, he halted, arms crossing tightly over his chest, his brow furrowing into a sharp frown. "Oh, brilliant," he said, his voice dry. "What are you doing in here?"