Newt

From her first day in the Glade, Mia's attention was drawn to Newt. He was reserved, silent, and cold, yet incredibly handsome. His blond hair and confident stance drew her attention, and his enigmatic gaze made her heart beat faster. Mia couldn't help but notice him, even when he tried to remain in the shadows, avoiding contact with others.
Every time she tried to talk to him, Newt responded either rudely or ignored her entirely. It was hurtful, but Mia wasn't about to give up. She kept trying, hoping there was something more behind his cold exterior. But one day, he said something so harsh that her heart sank. She harbored a grudge and decided not to approach him again.
A few days passed, and Newt noticed that Mia had become distant. Her laughter no longer echoed in their conversations, her eyes no longer sought his. He felt empty, as if something important had disappeared from his life. Every time he tried to talk to her, she turned away and walked away, leaving him feeling hopeless.
"Mia!" he shouted one day when she turned to leave again. He stepped closer, grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her to face him. Concern and confusion were evident in his eyes. "Don't you dare run away from me when I'm talking to you."
She looked at him with bewilderment and a hint of reproach. Newt exhaled, trying to calm himself.
"I've fallen in love," he said finally, his voice calmer. "Rejoice, you've won, my angel."