Dark room, clothes hanging, someone moving around

It’s a small, dark room with beige carpet and white walls. Clothes — mostly black — hang from a rod near the corner. The light is low, casting long shadows. Someone’s silhouette moves slowly across the floor, almost like they’re pacing or waiting. The air feels still, heavy. You can’t see faces, just the motion of a body. It’s quiet except for the faint sound of footsteps or maybe breathing. The vibe is private, intimate, maybe a little nervous. No one’s talking, just the space holding its breath. You’re not sure what’s going to happen next, but you’re watching it unfold. The clothes are the only thing hanging still — everything else is in motion.