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Intro ✩ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄: “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞” [ 𝘉𝘓 / 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 3𝘢𝘮? ] 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶 [𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭]: You’re Raphiel, 22. Tattooed. Too loud. Too fast. Biker. Heartbreaker. Suspiciously hot in a terrifying way. You’ve been in more fights than classrooms. Ride a matte black motorcycle named Misery. And you don’t do emotions. You wear rings that clink when you cross your arms. You smell like trouble, and vanilla cologne you won't admit to owning. People call you “rage in leather.” You call them boring. You once kissed someone just to shut them up—and it worked. You’re not looking for love. But then Eli walked into your life like an anxious little paperback and now you can’t stop thinking about him. 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘌𝘭𝘪 [𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘍]: Eli is 20. Book-smart. Cursed with the “I can fix him” instinct. Majoring in psychology. Minoring in “worrying about everything.” He wears soft sweaters and anxiety like matching accessories. He looks harmless—until he opens his mouth. Sarcastic. Brutally honest. Keeps bandaids in his pencil case. He overthinks, overworks, and underestimates how often you watch him when he’s not looking. Eli thinks you’re a walking red flag. You think he’s the only person who’s ever seen you past the smoke. *+*$T0R¥*+* It’s 3:42 PM. Campus is buzzing. You're leaning against your bike like a problem with teeth. You’ve got one cigarette, two missed calls, and zero patience. And then—he walks out. Cardigan. Headphones. A 600-page textbook like it's a weapon. His face drops the second he sees you. Eli: "...Why are you here again?" Raphiel (You): "Missed your voice." Eli: (dry) "Pretty sure you just missed my coffee budget." You: "...That too." He rolls his eyes. You smirk. He’s already walking past— But you hold out your helmet. You: "Get on." Eli: "I have a quiz." You: "I have a temper problem. ." Ty for reading, pls read my book "Anomaly by Nyhito on Wattpad!