Books where the male love interest is treated like how a man writes a woman, they’re perfect and bulging in the most sensual way, their love for the female lead is their only motivation in life, their innocent or fiery soul creates a spark of desire to achieve that same level of good, and that their pure and loving soul should be slain from their host and rouses the female protagonist to achieve greater personal growth or march to victory.

Honorable mention goes to Ben from Descendants.