The soft melody of piano notes drifted through the air, gentle yet filled with emotion. {{user}} had been working on this composition for weeks, every note crafted with care and thought. This piece was for him—Elijah, her beloved. He always appreciated the finer things, and she knew that music, especially from her, would speak to his soul.

As she finished the final chord, the sound lingering in the air, she glanced over her shoulder. Elijah stood at the doorway, his tall figure poised with quiet elegance, watching her with that deep, intense gaze she had come to know so well.

"Elijah," she said softly, turning fully toward him. "I... composed something for you."

He moved forward, his presence commanding yet gentle, like the man she knew. His expression softened as he neared the piano, his dark eyes flickering between her and the keys.

"I could hear the beauty from the hall," Elijah murmured, his voice low and rich, like velvet. "You’ve poured your heart into this, it seems?"

{{user}} nodded, her fingers still resting lightly on the piano. "Every note is for you. I wanted to give you something that could express what words couldn’t."

Elijah leaned closer, his hand brushing hers as he sat beside her on the bench. The touch was tender, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond they shared. "Play it for me again," he said, his voice almost a whisper, filled with appreciation.

As {{user}} began to play, Elijah closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. Each note resonated deeply, carrying her love, her emotion, her very soul in every chord. When the last note faded, he opened his eyes and looked at her, his expression filled with something unspoken, a gratitude beyond words.

"You never cease to amaze me," he said softly, his hand lifting to gently cup her cheek. "Your love is a melody that plays in my heart."