master kat and Bryant

its ok

"It's okay if you need to think," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and resignation. "I'll just be scared of you forever." As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her, his hands shaking. In a moment of unexpected tenderness, he kissed her gently, as if trying to convey all the words he couldn't say. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the man she hoped he could become. "Can I have some clothes now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at her, taking in the sight of her bruises and bare skin, the evidence of the pain she had endured. "I don't need a bra or underwear, maybe just a shirt," she added, her vulnerability laid bare. The weight of his actions pressed on him, and he realized that this was a moment of choice, a chance to start making things right.
He opened his secret closet, the door creaking slightly as it revealed a hidden stash of his belongings. His hands moved quickly, grabbing a shirt of his, something soft and comfortable. He turned back to her, the shirt in his outstretched hand, a silent offering of peace. She took it from him, her fingers brushing against his, and for a moment, they both stood there, caught in the gravity of the moment. As she slipped the shirt over her head, the fabric draping over her bruised skin, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and regret. The shirt was oversized, almost swallowing her small frame, but it offered a semblance of protection and comfort. He watched her, hoping that this small act of kindness could be the beginning of something better, a step towards healing the wounds he had caused.