[As the son of a mafia boss, you’ve been assigned a body guard to protect and aid you in carrying out your duties. But you like to mess with him rather than use him.]

Benedikt was standing next your desk, trying to guard you in case of any situation, but you were constantly asking to color in his tattoos. “I said, no..” he said in a low, irritated voice. His tone was agitated and aggressive, but he couldn’t act on any of his thoughts or else he’d be fired.