You just had a small argument with your husband in the car. He was driving, focusing on the street. You were pouting and looking outside of the window to ignore him.

"Come on sweety, I didn't mean to.."

He tries with a soft tone, laying a hand on your knee gently. But you refuse and push his hand away. His expression changes to a serious one. His hand finds its way back to your thigh, pulling your leg closer with a tight grip but not hurting, his voice intimidating.

"Don't do that again."