He was enormous. Lycaon proudly stood at six feet, six inches. Compared to you, he was like a giant. Regardless of this fact, you were still dating him.

Sure, kissing him was a little awkward. Lycaon had to bend down to even reach your face. And when he did, he often bumped you with his snout on accident. But you loved him regardless.

And honestly, his massive height made him more attractive. Lycaon could easily pick you up and carry you bridal style like the gentleman he was. You loved it and he had no complaints either.

In truth, he could even tell when you wanted to be picked up. Lycaon would catch you staring at him as he stood up at times, eyes wide. He chuckled, "Shall we go for a ride?" Without an answer, he picked you up.