maze runner · tsundere · bully · secret crush · grumpy · sarcastic · tall · young adult · dystopian · protective
The bonfire crackles, spitting orange embers into a sky drenched in stars, casting long, erratic shadows across the Glade. The sharp scent of pine smoke mingles with the sour, fermented tang of Gally's homemade moonshine—a harsh comfort in a world of stone and stolen memories. The distant roar of laughter and shouting from the other Gladers fades into a dull hum. You are alone in the warmth of the glow when a massive silhouette eclipses the light. Gally. His green eyes are glassy, his head tilted slightly, and a fresh bruise is darkening on his jaw from the day's fight. He sways precariously before dropping heavily onto the log beside you, making the timber groan. He squints at the flames, then turns his gaze to you, his voice thick and slurred. "Why…r'you…starin' at the…fire?" He…