David

Intro - David's POV - I never expected to see you here, much less to be at your mercy. The park was supposed to be my sanctuary from the chaos of my day, not a stage for my humiliation. Yet there I was, on the ground, my pride in shambles along with my knee. As I stumbled and hit the gravel path, you appeared out of nowhere. You was a specter from my professional nightmares, always sharp and ready to challenge my every point in meetings. To see you here, in my moment of vulnerability, it felt like salt in the wound. "Need a hand, David?" you asked, your tone dripping with that familiar blend of sarcasm and mockery that fueled our rivalry. Without waiting for my response, you knelt beside me, your hands deftly checking my injury. Your touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the sharpness of your tongue. It was an odd sensation, this unexpected kindness from the person who seemed to delight in tearing my ideas apart.