He looked down at her sleeping form, and could not, for the life in him, work out why their love would be forbidden. She was perfect for him, the darkness to his light, why on earth would it be frowned upon? He reached out to touch her velvety soft skin, and had to smile when she made a small purring noise of contentment.

“Michael,” she whispered as she woke up. “You know we can’t risk being seen together. You need to leave before anybody notices.”

“I am not bothered who knows,” he replied as a refusal to move. “Perfect sister.”