this is a drabble. that's why it's short.
Pokemon ain't mine, dude.
He was leading her in all of the wrong directions, knocking down her house of cards every second after she finished building it.
And every time she finished perfecting the tower, locked it away for safety, he broke in and knocked it down, startling her.
Took her as a hostage.
And she let him put the duct tape over her mouth and drag her away from the world, never to be seen again.
To her, it was her life.
To him, it was only a game.
And he was winning, ever-so-slightly.
But Marley had gotten used to him, and so his whirlwinds no longer knocked down her Eiffel Tower of cards.
He no longer held her hostage for long.
She turned his game of life against him.
Now she was the fickle God, rolling the dice.
She was playing a game she hated, but he loved it. She was playing his game.
So when he kissed her, he was once and for all declared the winner of their game, no matter if they were still playing or not.
He still held one thing hostage:
Her heart.
But she couldn't resist him, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she wanted to.
The dice continued to roll and she was his new playing piece, moving squares up and down in his favor.