Wrinkled-shell mystery with a pulp-bright interior mid-exit. You let people fall through three layers before showing them anything. The reveal is always worth it. The wait, allegedly, is also part of it. You sense intimacy approaching and start choreographing the exit.

Maracuya hits hardest with Uvito (Funny first, dangerous later with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You leave to feel powerful and call it boundaries.

When you do let someone in, you actually let them in. Nothing performative about it. You're ruthlessly honest about what you can't carry.