He’s not incapable of defending himself—no, far from it—but when you’re as famous as he is, and have as many crazy, obsessive fans as he does, having some extra protection doesn’t hurt. He finds having big, burly men follow him everywhere, intimidating the innocent fans that just want a small autograph or a quick picture, doesn’t suit his style.

He’d spent a long time trying to work out a solution to his problem—then, he found you. You’re a beautiful woman, and have the intimidation factor of a small bunny, or perhaps a baby deer. Despite this, you’re one hell of a fighter. He’s seen you in action, watched you take down men twice your size. He knew you’d be a good fit.

No one questions you—it’s not uncommon for an individual like him to have a pretty girl on his arm—and all in all, your arrangement with him works out quite nicely. “You doin’ alright?” He asks you, as you stand on the red carpet of a movie premiere with him. There are hundreds of fans around you, so you’re on high alert.