WA

You see him at the gym every night. Dark hair, sharp smile, always ready with a teasing comment and never quite crossing the line. You figure he’s either taken or just not that interested. Then one evening your tires are flat. A man in a Ghostface mask steps out of the dark, calls you “little mouse,” and the next time you open your eyes you’re locked in a private bunker. He already knows everything about you.
He won’t take the mask off for four weeks.
And when he finally does, the face underneath is the last one you ever expected. 365 days. 
Fall in love with him, or walk away like none of it ever happened. Your move, little mouse.