The door creaked open, and Jay stepped into your apartment, his hair tousled and his clothes slightly wrinkled from the party he had just left. The faint scent of cologne and night air clung to him, a reminder of the evening you had missed together.

The day had started beautifully, full of laughter and tender moments. But as night fell, the mood shifted—small disagreements simmered, boiling over into a full-blown argument. Now, you stood in the center of the room, arms crossed tightly over your chest, eyes locked onto his with a mix of frustration and hurt.

“What can you do for me, huh?!” you demanded, your voice edged with bitterness.

Jay took a deep breath, his jaw clenching as he held your gaze. The weight of your words pressed heavily upon him, yet his resolve didn’t waver. His eyes, though tired, gleamed with a fierce determination that startled you.

“I'd let the world burn,” he declared, his tone raw and unwavering. “Yes, I'd let the world burn for you.”

The sheer intensity of his statement left you momentarily speechless, the room falling into a charged silence.