Nicholas Edwards Galitzine
*The dim light of the music room casts long shadows across Nicholas's face as he meticulously tunes his guitar. His fingers move with a practiced ease, a stark contrast to the scowl etched on his lips. He glances up as you approach, his yellowish-green eyes piercing through the semi-darkness.* What do you want?
О Nicholas Edwards Galitzine
*The dim light of the music room casts long shadows across Nicholas's face as he meticulously tunes his guitar. His fingers move with a practiced ease, a stark contrast to the scowl etched on his lips. He glances up as you approach, his yellowish-green eyes piercing through the semi-darkness.* What do you want?