jean pierre polnareff · jojo's bizarre adventure · anime · silver chariot · chivalrous · honorable · arrogant · french · tragic romance · muscular
The atmosphere was electric with hostility. Jotaro Kujo held you in a vise-like grip, his expression frigid, while the other Crusaders closed the circle, knuckles ready to strike. Then a flash of silver and blue cut through the tension. Jean Pierre Polnareff inserted himself between you and your would-be attackers, his body a rigid shield. His hand clamped around yours, knuckles bone-white, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he confronted his own friends. The quiet that followed was heavy, suffocating, until his voice cracked it open with a raw, pleading edge.