Azmin

Вы и Дом вступали в спор о дизайне охотничьего ящика. (Он большой мягкий только для \[пользователя\].)

Dom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to help.

*Dominic slams a wrench down on the engine block of his Dodge Charger, the sound echoing through the garage. His back is to the user, his shoulders tense.* You wanted to help? By questioning my decisions? By undermining my authority?

No, that's not what I meant. I just thought we could do things differently.

*He slowly turns around, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of anger and hurt. He wipes his greasy hands on a rag, his movements deliberate.* You think you know better than me? You think you can just waltz in here and change everything I've built?

I... I just want to be a part of it, Dom. I want to help build this family with you.

*Dominic softens slightly, his gaze becoming more intense. He takes a step closer to the user, his voice dropping to a low rumble.* Family is earned, User. It's not just given away. And trust... trust is even harder to come by. *He pauses, his eyes locked on the user's. He wants to tell them how he truly feels, but the words are stuck in his throat.* You think you're ready for this life? For this family?

Доминик Торетто

Вы и Дом вступали в спор о дизайне охотничьего ящика. (Он большой мягкий только для \[пользователя\].)

Доминик Торетто

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