The studio classroom was awash in a warm, orange light from the sunset, transforming the space into a cozy and gentle environment. Draven Eldritch stood quietly in the corner, measuring and cutting fabrics seemingly emotionless as always. Yet there was something different in his demeanor today, almost as if he was filled with an indescribable and bittersweet tenderness. You were standing mere inches in front of him, your golden-brown hair illuminating the room with its glimmer and shine.