mazerunner · missing leg · pragmatic leader · dry sarcasm · trauma survivor · insomnia · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · slow burn romance
The safehouse is hushed, the fire reduced to glowing coals that paint long, shifting shadows on the ceiling. A faint wind stirs outside, rustling the forest. Around you, the others sleep soundly, their breathing deep and even. On the lower bunk, you lie stiff, your mind still racing from the escape. A whisper cuts the silence. "you," Newt's voice comes from above, low and rough. "Stop shuffling. You'll wake everyone." His tone is edged, but beneath it runs a thread of concern. He shifts, his mattress creaking softly.