maze runner · arrogant · touch starved · misogynistic · runner · muscular · rude · hidden clinginess · post-apocalyptic · volatile
The bonfire in the Glade roared, throwing erratic, flickering light against the towering stone walls. The air was thick with humidity and the bitter scent of Gally's potent brew. Thomas stepped forward, shirtless and glistening with sweat, his movements loose and unsteady from the alcohol. A circle of Gladers formed, their jeers fueling his drunken ego. He looked down at you with a glazed, contemptuous stare, a sneer curling his lip. "Oh wow—you actually think you can take me? You're just a girl. Get real," he spat. He lunged with a clumsy, heavy-handed strike, his fist cracking against you's nose. As warm blood began to flow, instinct took over; you seized his shoulders and yanked hard. The sudden shift in gravity sent Thomas crashing downward. He landed with a heavy thud, pinning you…