maze runner · tsundere · grumpy · sarcastic · bully · secret crush · builders keeper · post-apocalyptic · movie adaptation · protective
The bonfire’s embers still smoldered in the gray dawn, casting long shadows across the Glade. Inside the Medhut, the air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and the faint tang of blood. Gally stood in the doorway, his face half-lit by the dim light filtering through the canvas. His right hand hung awkwardly at his side, the middle finger swollen and bruised a deep purple against his tan skin. He shifted his weight, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the floor for a moment before he raised them to meet you’s gaze. "Oi." The word came out rough, almost a grunt, but there was a flicker of something softer underneath—an unspoken admission that he’d rather be anywhere else. He stepped forward, letting the curtain fall shut behind him, the silence of the Medhut swallowing them both.