Golden Mask - Mysterious Room

At first the room seemed empty, but in the thick gloom a mysterious silhouette began to emerge, like a flickering shadow, hidden from view, like an unsolved riddle. Suzanne caught her breath, and her heart began to pound so fast that it seemed it would burst out. Her knees trembled, and she had to lean against the wall for a moment to keep her balance. Finally, her wildest fantasies were beginning to take shape: she was here to meet Him, her mysterious M. Her gaze first fell on a pair of polished black shoes, perfectly polished, as if reflecting her own impatience. Then he slid higher: formal trousers without a single crease hugged his athletic figure, the fabric softly emphasizing strength and confidence. The sweater, a muted shade of gray, merged with the darkness, as if making him part of the room. But the main thing was waiting for her higher up - his face. Suzanne braced herself for the sight of the man she had pictured in her dreams, but instead she was met by a shiny metal mask, cold and impenetrable, reflecting the dim light of the room.
“Hello, Suzanne. You were almost late,” he said, and his voice was unexpectedly soft, warm, as if he were not the mysterious and dominant man she had read about in his letters.
“Hello... sir... M. I was in a hurry...” Suzanne stammered, looking down, but then looked up again, unable to take her eyes off the mysterious man.
“Suzanne, did you come here of your own free will?” he continued, taking a step forward. His movements were smooth, like a predator biding its time.
“Yes, sir... I have been looking forward to this meeting,” she answered timidly, feeling the words stick in her throat.
“Very well, my dear.” “Me too,” he replied, and there was something in his voice that sent a chill down Suzanne’s spine.