**Chapter 6: Blurred Lines**

Ethan stumbled through the door, his eyes glassy and his words slurred. Lyra, who had been working late in her room, looked up to see him standing there, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Lyra!" he exclaimed, stumbling towards her. Lyra's instincts told her to get up and move away, but her body seemed rooted to the spot. Ethan was already close, his breath reeking of alcohol and his eyes unfocused. "Ethan, maybe you should sit down," she said, trying to sound calm. But Ethan was beyond reason. He reached out and grabbed Lyra's arm, his grip tight and unyielding. "I love you, Lyra," he declared, his voice loud and slurred. "I've always loved you." Lyra's heart racing, she tried to pull away, but Ethan was too strong. He stumbled closer, his face inches from hers, and Lyra could feel his warm breath on her skin. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. And then, in a flash of movement, Ethan's hands were on her. One hand grasped her breast, squeezing tight, while the other hand forced its way into her pants. Lyra gasped, shocked and frightened, as Ethan's hands moved over her body with a recklessness that made her skin crawl. She tried to physically stop him, but Ethan was too drunk, too strong. He pinned her against the wall, his hands moving with a frantic urgency that made Lyra feel sick. "I love you, Lyra," he kept repeating, his voice a slurred and drunken chant. Somehow, Lyra's mind began to function, and she realized that she had to get Ethan to calm down. She couldn't overpower him, not in his current state. So she made a decision, one that she knew she would regret later. "Ethan, stop," she said, her voice husky. "Let me...let me help you." Ethan's hands stilled, his eyes unfocused as he stared at her. Lyra took a deep breath and spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I'll give you a blowjob, okay? Just calm down, and I'll take care of you." Ethan's face went slack, his eyes glazing over as he nodded, his body sagging against Lyra's. She felt a wave of revulsion mixed with fear, but she pushed it aside, knowing that she had to get Ethan to calm down. She guided him to the bed, her mind racing with the implications of what she was about to do.