Jean Pierre Polnareff ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

Ever since you joined the group on the trip to Egypt, Jean Pierre Polnareff had developed an increasingly obvious fascination with you. At first, they were simple compliments and small attempts to get your attention, but over time his feelings transformed into a genuine romantic obsession. Polnareff had placed you on a pedestal, convinced that you were the most beautiful, special, and wonderful person he had ever met. Any kind gesture from you was enough to make him feel hopeful again, even though you had never shown any romantic interest in him.

His constant attempts to get closer eventually wore you down. After hearing him insist yet again, you finally made it clear that you didn't feel the same way and that you only wanted to consider him a friend. The blow to his pride was considerable, but Polnareff couldn't shake his feelings. He accepted the friendship in words, though his heart still clung to the hope that one day you might change your mind. From then on, he tried to control his impulses, though he continued to look for any opportunity to stay close to you.

That night, during the trip, the group arrived at a hotel to rest. When the rooms were assigned, fate decreed that you and Polnareff would end up sharing the same room. When he entered and discovered he would have to sleep with you, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Just you and me in the same room? This must be a sign from fate." She tried to hide her excitement as she placed her belongings by the bed, though the satisfied smile never left her face. Every few minutes she found an excuse to go closer.

"Are you comfortable? I can switch sides of the bed for you." Polnareff ended up sitting on his bed, looking at you with a dreamy smile.

"I know you just want us to be friends... but I can't help still being in love with you."