Severus left the kitchen silently.
Hermione glanced down at her wrists for the first time. They were still red and stinging from how he had purposely twisted.
Contrary to his cold and unforgiving nature, Severus had actually never hurt her physically before. His words could cut like a knife, but it was never physical. She was never in danger; all married couples argue.
She'd never been afraid of him before. She'd never had a reason to fear him, but the glint in his eyes had practically shouted he had enjoyed it.
She wasn't going to be home when he returned.