<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Walking to the dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Harriet, (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>"But you know if you are in a sticky situation and deep down you know if you want my hands on you."  He said as a matter of fact.  He wasn't one to be afraid, fear kept you from getting things done.  He had purged that emotion from his mind for the most part, he could be apprehensive but he didn't fear a woman and he wasn't against having more than one but it wasn't like he didn't crave one that could meet his needs and with his endurance and libido he didn't want to pressure any one woman with that particular task if she wasn't ready.<br/><br/>He didn't move if she didn't as he turned her to face him now standing not far from their dorm.  She was playing a dangerous game though cause if she didn't stop him...he wasn't going to stop either.<br/><br/>He smirked.  "Then I will make sure you have it!"  He said his eyes drinking her in with a wanton look.<br/>