Should the female lead have more agency than the male lead to avoid any perception of her being intimidated into the romance?
I definitely think it's important to balance the agency between the characters so that no character is forcing their romantic partner through the relationship, be that to start dating, first kiss, or anything else.
With my novel "Damsel in the Red Dress" though Alicia initiates the important conversation that starts their relationship and asks Kattar out on their first date, the agency is basically even between the two of them.
On the other hand in "Hushabye Prince" 98% of the agency is on Kimberly's part, which may or may not be a good thing in the long run. Jinwoo is very quiet, so if he didn't have such a strong will and sense of what he does or doesn't like, it could easily run the risk of just flipping the pushy role from the ML to the FL.
What's it like in your romances?
“Um…” I say a tad slowly, fighting the embarrassment tying my tongue into knots, “Do you think, maybe, we’d be able to get dinner together sometime before then, just the two of us?”
“Oh.” His lips part - eyes getting a little rounder than usual. “Oh, y-yeah. I think so. I’m supposed to be released Wednesday, and Utkaresh is gonna drive me home. It’ll be so nice to be in my own clothes again.” He adds with a cross between a laugh and a sigh.
Kattar shakes his head at the blankets, trying desperately to explain - to defend himself - as he falls to pieces, “Don’t get me wrong, Lise, I love my mom. But she’s always been all about how much guys are a waste of time. “They drain you dry.” “They hold you back” “They get in your way.” I didn’t want to hear you say you didn’t need me. I thought I’d prove myself useful - worth your time, and then someday, maybe I’d have the daring…to...”
“You? Lacking daring?” the words slip out before I can stop them, “Mr. extreme sports, bicycle motor-cross, professional stunt driver-”
He looks at me miserably, his lashes lowering until his eyes are nothing but a line of shadow.
“There’s a big difference between the guts it takes to do extreme sports and the ones it takes to tell your best friend that you want…want to…” he looks back at the blankets, “And how did you expect me to say anything now? Now that I’m good for nothing - being washed and tended to by caregivers like an infant! Living off my mom’s money! I’m supposed to pitch myself like that?! Well then ‘Hi! I’m useless! Do you want me?!’”
His eyes are locked on me now, burning with years of frustration and anger tied ‘round with a silent plea. Is that what I looked like when Mrs. Moon asked him to tell me I was beautiful?
I meet all of the rancor and pain in the eyes with my own and don’t flinch.
“Yes.”