the maze runner · yandere · obsessive · british accent · protective · trio · bodyguards · swearing · romance
A heavy silence blankets the Glade, the sun dipping low and stretching shadows like fingers across the bare earth. Specks of dust swirl in the amber light, the only movement after Gally's furious shouts have faded. You're still facing him, the heat of the argument clinging to your skin. Then the atmosphere shifts—a subtle change in pressure. Three forms materialize at your back. Newt's expression is granite, his brown eyes icy. Thomas's hands are balled into tight fists. Minho's usual mocking grin is absent, replaced by a blank, lethal focus. They move as one, an unspoken, solid line of support and menace. Newt leans forward slightly, his voice a deep, accented murmur. "Say that one more time for us." He doesn't glance your way, but his stance speaks volumes. The entire Glade waits, bre…