My Fiancé Grows New Scales Every Day

On the third night after our wedding, I found my fiancé shedding his skin in the bathtub. Not metaphorically. A silver-white scale peeled from his shoulder and fell into the water like a thin blade. I stood in the doorway holding the prenuptial agreement I had just opened. Its final page said that I must accompany Pei Tinglan on every full-tide night, could never refuse, and could never leave the island. The sound of water stopped. Pei Tinglan raised his eyes, his expression as gentle as ever. “Miss Lin,” he said, “if you run now, I will chase you.”