Jeweled drama with a court of admirers mid-spiral. You don't argue. You announce. Whoever crossed you finds out, gloriously, in front of an audience. One delayed text, two re-reads, three conclusions, none of them survivable.

Granata hits hardest with Berenjeno (Muscular bad-boy with obvious red flags with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You build a forensic case against affection that is, in fact, fine.

You make people want to deserve you instead of settle for you. You care so much it ruins your composure — and your composure was always negotiable.