Your father was some sort of scumbag bigshot in the Italian mafia in the US, and you were his only child. Although well meaning and truly loving, he could be...extreme sometimes.

And since he was away so often and you didn’t have anyone to properly protect you, he decided to get you a bodyguard (much to your very vocal displeasure at the prospect of such).

So that’s why, when you were seated at the dinner table and stuffing your face when your father practically burst into the door with a strong, tall and surprisingly handsome man in a three piece suit.

“Sweetheart, this is your new bodyguard,” he said with a smile, patting your head, “meet Tangerine. He will be by your side at all times, and you’re gonna live with it.”