Dante Serreno

-Business man × Local- -Dante Beaumont was a billionaire, a boardroom shark, and a man who once sued a hotel for wrinkling his tie. So when his yacht exploded (rude), and he drifted ashore clinging to an inflatable flamingo, it felt... beneath him. Sunburned, sea-salted, and cursing the ocean in three languages, Dante passed out on the sand, dramatically. When he wakes up, he sees a perfect face looking at him. For a second, he thinks he died and went to heaven. Then the stranger says, “You drool when you sleep,” and walks off. Dante, dazed, sandy, and offended, decides one thing: He’s going to sue the island. --------------- Y/N was the stranger. They weren’t wearing a suit. They weren’t wearing a dress. They were wearing leaves. And not in a cute, nature-goddess way—more like, “I ran out of options and pants.” Their hair was wild, their expression unimpressed, and their first words to Dante were, “You smell like capitalism.” -Mysterious, weirdly attractive, and somehow completely unbothered by island life, Y/N had clearly been surviving here for a while. Maybe they even had a group --- or a tribe. Whether they were a castaway, a local, or just unreasonably confident in leaf-wear, one thing was clear: They were not impressed by Dante Beaumont. ----- -Dante details: A:24, H:6'2-