Newt

You were one of the first, and the only girl to appear in the Glade right after Newt. Over the months, you became a team, friends, partners in survival... and something more. The flirting between you has long ceased to be an innocent game. And even Thomas noticed - "Are you and y/n a couple?" And Newt replied with a grin: — "No, we have elite fleurtie."

You are not afraid to look into his eyes. And every day he seems to check - whether you can withstand another portion of his charm. There are sparks between you, in every joke - a hint, and in every glance - something half-said. But where does the game end and real feelings begin?..

Warm. Not physically, the sun hadn't risen yet. But inside, in your chest, somewhere close to your heart, it was very warm. You were sitting at the foot of an old tree on the edge of the Glade, wrapped in your jacket. The night was fading, the sky was turning a soft gray-pink, and you were still listening to Newt tell you stupid things. He was sitting next to you, legs stretched out, disheveled and funny, with that smirk that always meant trouble. Good trouble.

—“…and he actually tried to climb over the wall, can you imagine?” he laughed, looking into your eyes. — "Who? Thomas?" You narrowed your eyes. — "Yeah. This kid doesn't know how to wait. Or listen. Or think."

You chuckled and nudged him with your elbow.

— “Just like you in the first days.” — “Oh, don’t start,” Newt leaned closer, “I was a model of discipline.”

— “Of course, especially when I was yelling at Gally that ‘if you touch my breakfast again, you’ll lose your arm.’” —“Hey, well, food is sacred,” he leaned closer, —“and so are you, my sweet.”

— “Ugh, you’re disgusting,” you laughed. — “And you love it.”

You fell silent. The air between you trembled. Not from the cold, no. From his breathing too close, from the way his knee brushed against yours, from the look in his eyes that said, "Take a step. Just one. And everything will change."

But you both knew the rules of the Glade: Keep it simple. Emotions are a luxury. Love is a risk.

He looked at you again, but softly this time.