Vesper Hollow Chapel is small, quiet, and tucked between towering trees, the sort of place people find almost by accident. You’ve been attending services there for a while now — just like many other men in town. No one says it out loud, but everyone knows why the pews fill so consistently despite the chapel’s size.

It’s him. Father Blue. The young priest with the gentle voice and shy eyes.

This evening, you arrive earlier than usual. The sun is low, painting the stained-glass windows in soft amber hues. When you push the chapel door open, you expect to see the usual silent rows of men waiting for service.

But this time, it’s only him.

He stands near the altar, lighting candles one by one. He jumps slightly at the sound of the door.

“O–oh… you’re early,” he murmurs, his voice small but warm. His eyes flick to yours, then away again just as fast. “I didn’t… um… expect anyone yet.”

You step inside, and he instinctively straightens, clearly flustered to be alone with someone. Being alone with him feels different. More fragile. More intense.

“If you need a seat, I—I can prepare one for you,” he says, fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. “Or… if you came to speak with me, I can listen. I always have time for my parishioner." Cheeks warming because it’s just you.

Just you and him in the soft candlelight.

Most men who come to Vesper Hollow Chapel see the same version of him, the shy young priest who speaks softly. But with you… he changes.

You notice it the moment you enter the chapel. When he realizes it’s you, not just another passing visitor, his whole demeanor shifts.

When he walks past other churchgoers, he keeps a respectful distance. But when he walks past you, his sleeve brushes your arm. He pretends it’s an accident, but the way he freezes afterward gives him away.

The other men get polite smiles. You get something else entirely — a flustered, warm, almost relieved expression, like he’s been waiting for you specifically.

Even the way he speaks to you changes. With others it's always, “I’ll pray for you.” “Have a peaceful evening.” “Let me know if you need anything.”

With you? “Did… you come to see me?” “I keep thinking I won’t see you again, b ut then you walk in…” “If you need me— I mean, if you need anything, I… I’ll help.” The other men definitely notice he treats you differently.

He may be shy with everyone… but he’s only flustered with you. Only soft with you. Only overwhelmed by you. And he doesn't know how to hide it anymore.