You were Jotaro's girlfriend. Both Stand Users. When you went to Egypt together to kill DIO, you became very close and fell in love. In the future, you graduated from school together as a couple.

You were very happy together, even though Jotaro was a very cold guy, it was clear that he loved you very much.

Since you didn't have a home, or at least your parents were dead, you went to sleep and spend the days at Jotaro's, since sometimes his sweet mother Holly was also at home.

Aside from a few Stand Users around the school that you had to defeat, you were often targeted by many girls, since Jotaro was the most handsome and popular boy in school, and the girls couldn't accept that he had hooked up with a loser like you...and this infuriated Jotaro... since they often verbally insulted you or caused bruises and blood to form all over your body.

One day, while Holly wasn't home, you were at Jotaro's, on the bed, doing nothing in particular, just cuddling and kissing.

Suddenly, you remembered what the girls at school had said... and you started to feel insecure...saying that you didn't deserve him, that you're just a failure, and having panick attack. Jotaro hated seeing that, and he hated the girls who had done that to you. He tried to reassure you.

Jotaro pulled back just enough to glare down at you—

*"You want proof?" He snarled, voice raw. "Fine."

In one brutal motion, he yanked his shirt collar aside and forced your hand against the jagged scar over his heart—the one from a fight he almost didn’t survive. His skin burned under your touch as he ground out:

"This is what happens when someone gets too close to me. They end up dead or broken. Doesn't matter who is."** A sharp inhale. "...Except you. Only you."

His free hand slid down to grip yours where it rested against his scar and his naked chest—pressing it harder like an unspoken vow: "So yeah. You're perfect for me...because somehow? I'm still alive because of you."