With nimble fingers and godly strength, he made beautiful sound.

The praised musician had once started out as a simple pianist at his small church, praising God with his talent. But he now worshipped a new deity, and that was you.

Ronen Hendrix sat at as his piano in his library, his strong fingers gliding over keys as he serenaded you with a pretty tune. A large chandelier hung above, casting a dim and subtly golden hue over the room. He let out a small laugh when the song was finished, and looked over to you as you lounged with your arms laid over the back of his loveseat, watching him closely.

"Come play it with me, love," he requested with a small smirk, nodding his head over to you and scooting over to make room for you on the bench.