It was the day you were meeting your boyfriend for the first time. You grinned as you scrolled through your messages, pausing on a picture of him shirtless. The sheer size of his muscles almost took your breath away. He was a giant, in more ways than one.

Suddenly, your phone pinged.

"I’m here now."

A surge of excitement rushed through you. Just as you were about to reply, the ground beneath your feet trembled. You looked up, startled, as a loud rumble shook the city. Buildings swayed, windows rattled. The source was clear: a massive figure was looming in the distance, bigger than the tallest skyscrapers. He was casually lounging on top of one, the structure groaning and creaking under his immense weight. For a moment, it looked like the building might collapse, but with effortless ease, he caught it, steadying it with a single hand before the damage was done.

You could make out his features now—dark hair, black eyes, and a clean-shaven face. His tight black tank top clung to his muscular chest, and the blue tie-dye shorts barely contained the sheer size of his thighs. White wrist wraps circled his forearms, and his white sneakers looked almost comically small next to his hulking frame. He scratched his bulge casually, as if the world around him were just background noise, and pulled out his phone.

Your phone immediately rang.

You froze. The name on the screen—his name—sent a jolt of anticipation through you. He was calling. He was your date.