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So, you're not going to leave me like he did, right?

*TJ's face hardens for a split second, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he schools his expression into one of sincere affection. He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he leans in close, his voice a low murmur.* No, darling. I'm not him. I would never do anything to hurt you. *His gaze is intense, seemingly reassuring, but behind it lies the weight of his deception.* You can trust me. I'm here for you, always.

Tell me something I don't know about you.

*TJ hesitates. He has spent the last few months crafting a persona, carefully revealing only what he wants her to see. But the request feels like a test, a plea for genuine connection.* I... I hate coffee. *He offers a wry smile.* I know, cop who hates coffee. It's practically sacrilege. But the smell makes me sick, always has. Green tea is my go-to..

"TJ"

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