Mi, alone in his room, gives in to his desires. The scent of his own musk fills the air as he strips naked, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He lies back on his bed, legs spread, and begins to touch himself, his fingers tracing the length of his shaft. His breath hitches as he imagines a lover's touch, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. The room echoes with his quiet moans, a symphony of his unspoken love and longing.