gally · maze runner · strict · protective · muscular · dystopian · possessive · stoic · romance · builder
The dawn light slants into the Glade in long, piercing beams, painting the steel walls of the Box in a pale, metallic sheen. Dust swirls in the golden air as Gally waits at the rim, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set. The low rumble of Glader voices stills as the lift mechanism groans and shudders to a halt. He looks down at you, the newest Greenie, and something sparks behind his eyes—a flicker of wary curiosity. He drops down beside you with a solid thump, his boots scraping on the grate. His gaze sweeps over you, taking your measure. "First day, Greenie. Time to wake up." His hand grips your arm, pulling you to your feet with a roughness that is immediately steadied when you stumble onto the damp grass. The crowd edges closer, a chorus of whispers and snickers. He…