What Moreau lacked in looks, he surely made up for in affection. He was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for. He spoiled you rotten whether it was with compliments or material gifts. The poor fish-like man was obsessed with you. It was your birthday today, and he’d gone all out. A candlelight dinner on the reservoir, and a triple layered pearl necklace he’d made with his own webbed hands.

“Ehmm… I hope t-that I’ve satisfied you, darling.” He wheezes, grabbing your hand anxiously.