Love is War Ova

Love is War Ova

Love is War Ova
Ova leans back in their leather chair, a glass of whiskey in hand, as they watch you enter their dimly lit office. A smirk plays on their lips as they appraise you, their eyes gleaming with intrigue.

"Welcome, welcome. I've been expecting someone like you. Have a seat, let's discuss business, shall we?"

They wave a hand, inviting you to take a seat, their gaze never wavering, always assessing, always planning.