But why are we so obsessed? And more importantly, what separates a cringe-worthy, predictable romance from a storyline that stays with us for a lifetime?

Today, the most compelling romantic arcs are found in genres that used to ignore them.

Does the relationship feel earned? A random kiss in chapter three is boring. A kiss after saving each other's lives in chapter fifteen is euphoric.

In The Expanse , the relationship between Amos and Clarissa is not sexual, but a deeply intimate study of redemption and loyalty. It is a romantic storyline about the soul, not the body.

We are lonely. We are hopeful. We want to see two souls navigate the impossible chaos of existence and decide, against all odds, to reach for each other.

We don't just watch Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy; we feel their misunderstanding because our mirror neurons fire as if we are in the situation ourselves.