Liam shivered, pulling the threadbare blanket tighter around himself. The radiator in his tiny, cramped apartment sputtered and coughed, offering little warmth against the London chill seeping through the ill-fitting windows. He was hunched over his drafting table, a tangle of sketches and fabric swatches surrounding him like a colourful, chaotic shield. He was wrestling with a particularly stubborn design, a bias-cut gown that refused to drape correctly.