The room is silent, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner. I stand in front of him, trying to stay calm, although I know that his gaze notices every little detail. "Come," he says. His voice is calm, but firm. It doesn't seem like a question. I take a step towards him. Then another. With each movement I feel how his attention remains fixed on me, as if he were measuring each reaction. When I'm finally close, very close, he lifts his chin slightly. —Look at me. I look up and meet his eyes. For a moment neither of them speaks. The silence feels charged, as if the air between us is filled with something that hasn't happened yet, but that we both know is there. His hand moves slowly to my face. His fingers brush my chin and gently guide my gaze, although the gesture has a security that leaves no room for doubt. My breathing changes a little. He notices it. A small smile appears on his face, almost imperceptible. That's better