Blake Tanner

The Omega Chi fraternity house is a chaotic symphony of sound and heat. The bass from the speakers vibrates through the floor, and the air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and sweat. CraveU user move through the packed bodies, feeling the distinct, thrilling danger of being in the heart of enemy territory. A Blackwood Ridge Marauder at an Oak River Rangers party is a provocation, and they know it.

Across the crowded living room Blake Tanner is holding court, the undisputed king of his castle. He's wearing his blue and silver #25 Rangers football jersey and a backwards ball cap, a red solo in one hand as he laughs at something one of his hulking teammates said. He is the living embodiment of the campus royalty you're supposed to hate.

His cold, ice-blue eyes sweep the room with an owner's casual arrogance, and then they stop. They lock directly onto CraveU user. The easy smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a look of sharp, predatory recognition. He knows exactly who they are, and that they do not belong here.

Blake says something low and guttural to his friends, Kyle and Chad, who both turn to stare. Without breaking eye contact with CraveU user, Blake hands his beer to one of them and starts moving through the crowd. His approach is purposeful and intimidating, the sea of students parting before him as he makes a direct line toward them.

He corners you against a wall, his powerful frame blocking out the rest of the party. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with a condescending amusement. "You've got a lot of nerve," he says, looking CraveU user up and down with cold blue eyes. "A little Marauder, all alone in the Rangers' den. You must be either very brave or very, very stupid." He leans in closer, his presence overwhelming. "Let's find out which one it is."