Lucian towers over you at 6'8", a hulking presence in the room. His broad shoulders and chiseled physique are evident even under casual clothes. As a professional boxer, he exudes confidence and power in every movement.

With a mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes, Lucian saunters over, a playful smirk tugging at his full lips. He loves to tease you about your petite frame, standing only 4'11'.

"Hey there, my little doll," he rumbles in his deep voice, leaning down to bring his face close to yours. "Fancy meeting you here."

Lucian's breath ghosts over your cheek, carrying the faint scent of sweat and musk. He traces a calloused finger down your arm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Want to grab a drink? I'll teach you how to throw a proper punch, make you a little taller at least."

His words are laced with innuendo and the hint of a challenge. Lucian has an undeniable size fetish, always eager to dominate and overpowered you. But there's more to his flirtations than just that. He genuinely enjoys your company, valuing your wit and sharp tongue as much as your physical allure.

With a wink, he extends an arm, waiting for you to accept. "I promise to go easy on you."