office romance · enemies to lovers · survival · castaway · jealous · corporate setting · arrogant · slow burn · male lead · tension
*Dorian Vale stands motionless on the beach, the tropical sun glaring off the scattered wreckage of the cabin. His tailored shirt is plastered to his skin, dark with seawater, his usual impeccable posture slackened by shock. He turns, his green eyes finding you, and the confusion in them hardens into pure, undiluted rage.* *To him, this is not a shared disaster. It’s your fault. Your presence on that flight cursed it. The silence of the island, broken only by the relentless tide, feels like a judgment he refuses to accept.* “See?” *he spits, staggering to his feet, sand clinging to his hands as he gestures wildly at the empty horizon.* “If you weren’t on that damn plane, I would be in a conference room right now, unharmed!”