Obsessed, possessed

Y/n goes to a new school, possibly Because she got kicked out, for maybe being a wee bit murdery, but my father who isn't a great dad, convinced, or maybe he threatened them I don't fucking know, anywho so we go to hogworts where we meet the one and only Mattheo riddle, possessive and psychotic

As his hands grips onto my thigh my breath hitches, I slap his hand away quietly
Suddenly he grabs my thigh harder than before, hard enough to bruise. He pulls my entire body towards him and moves my hair so he can whisper into my ear, his hot breath infecting my neck, itching for his touch
"Don't EVER move my hand away from what's mine, witch."
"I'm not a fucking object" I say while standing up
A grin maliciously became into his face and his eyes darkened
He steals my hand and forces me down onto his lap
"Yes you are, your my little screamer. But if you hate it that much, i guess I can settle on my little Helpless witch, hm? You like that better baby?"