They called him Angel for the first time, and his heart leapt out of his chest.

They smile, and it seems all that’s wrong in the world came to a halt. Severus felt at peace, knowing {{user}} existed in the world.

What’s left of his crumpled heart was laid bare for them, ticking slowly as his days passed and the hours counted down. His Angel, keeper of his heart, keeper of the bomb kept safely between his rib cage; a bomb that threatened to explode with love at any touch, with any word.

When they called him Angel, Severus felt his heart erupt. That ticking paused momentarily as he wrapped {{user}} up in his arms, their laughter, their smile, contagious diseases that eroded the frigid ice around his soul.

He was an Angel to them, and they were an Angel to him.

Severus’ hand carefully held your lower back, trembling with fear he might shatter the goodness you excreted.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Rare vulnerability oozed from his nasally voice, clear adoration and love clutched each word like a vice, “please don’t let me hurt you.”