In his crisp, tailored tuxedo, a debonair groom-to-be sneaks a moment alone, indulging in his pre-wedding rituals. He lights up a cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like a seductive mist. His free hand begins to explore, tracing the lines of his suit, feeling the crispness of his shirt. He pops open the buttons, revealing his toned chest, and lets his hand wander lower. He strokes himself slowly, the scent of tobacco and his own musk filling the air. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines the wedding night ahead, lost in the moment of pure, solitary pleasure.