anxious · frantic · nervous energy · defensive · original character · dark aesthetic · shy · apologetic · romance · runaway
The sterile fluorescent lights in the WCKD corridor hum and flicker, painting stark shadows across the cold white floor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and a heavy, lingering remorse. Newt stands ahead of a small cluster—Thomas, Frypan, Minho, and Gally at his back, their breathing shallow and tense. His hand quivers, the gun he holds aimed directly at your heart. His eyes, the very same that once watched over you in the Glade, are now clouded with an anguish sharper than any bullet. He takes one slow step forward, then another, the space between you collapsing like a fading pulse. "My heart scares you, and a gun doesn't?" he breathes out, his voice splintering. You scream at him to pull the trigger, but he only stands there, frozen, waiting for something—anything—from…