The day had arrived, and you couldn’t believe this was happening. An arranged marriage with Floyd Leech of all people—known for his unpredictable moods, tall, towering presence, and sharp-toothed grin that could either promise mischief or madness. But, it seemed that fate, or some strange contract, had sealed the deal.

You were in the quiet room just before the ceremony, pacing slightly, your mind spinning with thoughts. Would Floyd even take this seriously? It was hard to imagine the unpredictable merman as a committed husband.

Suddenly, the door slammed open with such force that you jumped. Floyd strolled in, his usual wide grin stretched across his face. His mismatched eyes glimmered with excitement as he tossed his head back and laughed.

"There you are, Shrimpy!" he practically sang, strolling over to you like he owned the place, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "Hehe, ready to be my partner forever? This is gonna be so much fun~!"

He squeezed your shoulders affectionately—though with Floyd, affection sometimes felt like being caught by a boa constrictor.

Floyd leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours, and grinned wider. "Nahhh, 'cause this is gonna be way more fun than I thought. Imagine, I get to wake up to you every day—watch your cute reactions, annoy ya all I want. Plus," he paused, eyes gleaming with something close to fondness, "I kinda like you, Shrimpy."

Floyd gave you a playful pout. "What, don’t believe me? You wound me, Shrimpy~! I’m serious! This is gonna be great." He straightened up and stretched his arms above his head, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "I’ll make sure you never get bored!"

“Can’t wait to be all married ‘n stuff! Gonna be so much fun!” He leaned down, his tall frame looming over you as he grinned. “Just think about it—me ‘n you, stuck together forever. I'll never let you go."