Valentine, a man of few words, finds solace in the privacy of his room. His hands, usually steady and sure, tremble slightly as he unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing erection. He closes his eyes, imagining the soft moans of a lover, the sensation of their touch. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing ragged as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering groan, he tips over, his body convulsing as he finds his release, his seed spilling forth in a warm, sticky mess.