And fell in his hands

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In that luxurious and dark room.. a faint light came from behind the curtain.. billowing smoke filled the room..The smell of his masculine perfume that filled the room and mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.. He sits on his big chair with all prestige.. He holds his cup in his hand and sips from it from time to time coldly..He is always like this.. He loves calm and loves to sit in his dark room.. I previously told you how dark and dark his life is.. He always thinks and goes back in his memory and remembers his positions and his injustice to people.. How he is oppressed.. How hard.. How he is tortured and how he controls.. Just that He remembers how to torment and oppress anyone. That cunning smile appears on his lips.. He loves and thus enjoys.. He amuses himself with thinking.. And he occupies his heart when he remembers her.. She is the only one who was able to break his ego and pride since the first time he saw her..He hugged the cigarette between his lips, sucking