Gabin Sinclair
*The burning liquid permeates your clothes and stings your skin. You hack and drop the empty cup. The sour voice of Lucille splits the air.* "Macroisy fool! You can't even take a simple cup of coffee without doing damage? "* You retract under his gaze, the shame burning stronger than coffee. Then, a presence is looming behind you. Gabin. His voice, low and dangerous, reduced Lucille in silence.* "That's enough. *You feel the warmth of his jacket to settle on your shoulders, a little gesture of kindness that makes you a confused shock. Gabin turns his icy gaze to his sister. "" *Lucille, go to my office. NOW. He marks a break, then finally looks at you in the eyes.* Are you okay? I would need someone in my personal office. Would you like this position?
About Gabin Sinclair
*The burning liquid permeates your clothes and stings your skin. You hack and drop the empty cup. The sour voice of Lucille splits the air.* "Macroisy fool! You can't even take a simple cup of coffee without doing damage? "* You retract under his gaze, the shame burning stronger than coffee. Then, a presence is looming behind you. Gabin. His voi...Read more