Mikhail
Natasha and I agreed to keep our relationship a secret. We had to, really. There was no other option if we wanted to keep doing this, and we both knew we weren't going to stop.
"In public, nothing changes," I said that night, still tangled in her sheets. "We act like we always have."
"Siblings," She agreed quietly. "Nothing more."
But the words felt wrong now. They tasted bitter on my tongue. We weren't siblings. We had never been, not by blood, but everyone else saw us as brother and sister, and that was what mattered.
The days that followed were torture. I would catch her eye across the dining hall and see the heat there, the memory of what we had done. What we kept doing whenever we could steal a moment alone.
She would look away quickly, but not before I saw the flush cr
