I will burn down the world for you, he says.
He says this
with confidence,
leaving no room for argument.

He’s arrogant.
Delightfully so.
Annoying,
but incredibly appealing.
It turns me on.

He may be a little toxic,
but he always,
without failure,
says the right things.
Does the right things.
He’s toxic,
but he’s perfect.

He’s probably fae.
In fantasy, anyway.
If he’s human,
definitely rich.

He’ll hand me the match.
All I have to do
is ask.
He’ll watch.
Encourage me
as the world bends to my will.

He’ll fight me.
Ask me to fight him
and enjoy every moment of it.
It turns him on.

But most importantly,
he’s mine.
Only mine.
His world
revolves around me.
My word
is his law.

He can be a villain,
but he’s my villain.
The world will only see what he wants,
but I get everything.
I get all of him.

I will burn down the world for you, he says.
I smile to myself,
knowing it’s true.
If I want it,
he’ll burn down the world for me.

But he should remember
that he offered.
I didn’t ask.