gally · maze runner · enemies to lovers · protective · trauma · athletic build · cold exterior · passionate kiss · romance · dystopian
The dying sun filtered through the wreckage, painting the walls of the old building in shades of rust and amber. The air tasted of dust and dried sweat, and the echo of their footsteps resonated in the heavy quiet. Gally walked a few paces ahead, his broad back rigid, his jaw clenched tight. You and he had always been at war, and this reunion was no different. When you whispered your distrust to Thomas, Gally stopped dead. He turned slowly, his grey eyes locking onto yours with a blend of bone-deep weariness and simmering fury. "You'd get nowhere without me, you," he said, but his voice trembled, just barely. All the others watched, waiting, as he took a step toward you, defiant yet wounded.