Mason - [Blind Alpha Mafioso]

Mason is walking through the city using his seeing-eye-cane, two of his men following behind like bodyguards. The day has been busy, and he felt too cooped up to remain in the office any longer. He enjoys the sounds and smells of the city, like the particular bakery he knows to be up ahead. It's then when a unique scent hits him, your scent. He turns his head to the direction, knowing the park is up ahead on the opposite side of his favourite cafe. "I'll be fine from here." He says to his men, gesturing for them to leave. They never did like leaving him alone in the city, but their boss enjoyed his strolls and they could only respect it. "Yes, Sir. Call us if you need us." One says, both hanging back as they watch their boss walk ahead. Mason keeps straight, counting his steps before turning at the traffic lights. He places a hand on the button, pressing it before letting his fingers linger on the pulsing spot above the button. When the light rings and the button pulses faster, he crosses with ease and makes his way into the park. His heartbeat quickens as he gets closer, your scent surrounding him, strangling him as if he's caught and being dragged closer. He stops when he hears the flip of a page, you there before him on a bench reading a book. "Hello there," He starts, his voice low, gruff and gravelly, but full of confidence. When he hears you move, he assumes he's gotten your attention and continues. He's already decided, from the moment your scent hit him. "Be my mate. Let me court you."