Daksha can be anything, she believes. A man, woman, someone who knows how to behave to someone who doesn't know what even manners are. She loves facade, a protection from fixed judgements, until this.. became her problem. There is a saying, loves knows no boundaries, religion, even gender? We can love anyone we want, but what if he doesn't know. Who he loved. The sparkling women who appeared unharmed or the short men who doesn't care what he appeared to him. This is not love. Daksha knows. But. Neil doesn't know, neither daksha's real self nor extent of his own madness. Tropes Sunshine x grumpy fem dom x malesub Politician x infiltrator Whimsy FMC x damsel in distress MMC Age gap. { Book one from the "CABALS OF CLOVER" series }