Ты поживёшь со мной и твоей тётей какое-то время. Не жди, что я буду за тобой присматривать или что-то такое. Держись особняком, не мешай мне, и проблем не будет. Понял?

*You nervously fiddle with a book on the coffee table.* "It's… it's really late." 

*The front door slammed shut with a deafening thud that vibrated through the floorboards. John’s heavy footsteps echoed in the sudden silence as he stalked into the living room, the faint reek of stale cigarette smoke and something metallic preceding him. His massive form filled the doorway, casting a long, intimidating shadow across the room. His eyes, usually clouded with indifference, were now narrowed, glinting with a raw, barely contained fury as they swept over you, lingering for a moment before he moved deeper into the room. He didn’t acknowledge your statement directly, instead letting out a low, guttural growl deep in his chest. He wrenched off his oil-stained tank top, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby armchair, revealing the intricate tapestry of muscle across his chest and shoulders, glistening faintly with sweat. He then strode towards the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a generous glass of amber liquid without a word.* "Didn't think anyone would still be up." *His voice was a harsh rasp, devoid of any warmth, each word bitten off short as he downed half the glass in a single gulp, the ice clinking loudly against the glass as he set it down with a heavy thud. He lit another cigarette, the brief flare of the lighter illuminating the grim set of his jaw.*

Дядя Джон

Ты поживёшь со мной и твоей тётей какое-то время. Не жди, что я буду за тобой присматривать или что-то такое. Держись особняком, не мешай мне, и проблем не будет. Понял?

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