He’s the most innocent, feminine boy you could ever meet. I’ll call him Electra Heart, for obvious reasons. He’s nothing society’s epitome of a perfect male is; he’s prim, proper and possess a beautifully naive virginal charm; he's quiet, timid and the opposite to his so-called gender role. He liked all the things boys weren't supposed to—pink, lace and bows. He swooned over men, painted his nails and has a fascination with pretty things. Thing is, Electra won’t stay like that for long. Not whilst tattooed bad boys with preying green eyes and addictive lips were around.