the maze runner · gally · minho · rivals to lovers · jealousy · protective · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · romance
Sunlight cut through the forest canopy, illuminating the tense faces of Minho and you as they returned from the woods. The quiet was shattered by heavy, deliberate footsteps. Gally stood blocking their path, his face twisted with a cold fury, his eyes fixed on Minho with an ice-cold hatred. The air itself seemed to vibrate with threat. — Don’t be scared, I won’t touch you, — he growled, his fists clenched at his sides. — Just going to reset someone’s jaw. Minho didn’t retreat. His gaze hardened into steel. — What do you want, Gally? Gally smirked, full of contempt. — You know what. Don’t think I’m blind. I saw how you’ve been circling her while the rest of us rot in this hole.