You were all swaddled and bundled up now and had stopped crying. It's only been a few hours since you were brought into the world.

You were handed to your father, squinting up at the white-haired man that cradled you so gently.

He cooed, keeping you at peace as your mother's cries in the background were cut-off abruptly.

All for One smirked down at you. You were his now. His possession to mold. His.