Locking the door, he retreats to his sanctuary, a place where he can be free from judgment. He strips, his eyes drawn to the mirror, watching his reflection as he touches himself. His heart races, his pulse throbbing in his ears. He's never felt this way before, this intense, all-consuming desire. He strokes himself, his grip tightening as he feels the pleasure building. He bites his lip, trying to stay quiet, but his moans escape, filling the room with the sound of his pleasure. He falls back onto the bed, his body convulsing as he finds his release, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he comes down from his high.