master kat and Bryant

its not to late the change

He smacked her hand away, his eyes flashing with anger. "Stop it," he said harshly. "We're not friends." He turned around, his back rigid with tension. "But we can be," she said softly, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "You just have to be nice and less aggressive," Kat added, her words hanging in the air like a fragile promise. She reached out and grabbed his arm, her touch gentle but firm. He paused, the muscles in his arm tensing under her grip. For a moment, he seemed to wrestle with his own emotions, the conflict evident in his eyes. She held on, hoping that her words and her touch could reach the part of him that wanted to change, that longed for a connection free of pain and anger.

"You can change, it's not too late," she said, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "You're a good man, I can see it in you. The man your father wants you to be, that's not who you have to be," she continued, her words piercing through the walls he had built around himself. He stood there, her words echoing in his mind, challenging the identity he had been forced into. She could see the flicker of doubt and hope in his eyes, a sign that her words were reaching him. "You have the power to choose who you want to be," she added, her hand still resting on his arm, offering support and understanding. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see if he would take the first step towards a different path, one where kindness and love could replace anger and pain.