crack shot - drarry
for sarah (@oikawanotes); the mafia au you asked for! happy birthday, my fave bowl of soup ♥♥
“he’s here, sir.”
the voice is a familiar one, thin and sharp, coming from the doorway. he doesn’t look up at first, instead continuing to sign his name onto the sheet of paper before him. the fountain pen - dark green, almost emerald, rimmed with gold - catches on a groove on the table, leaving an unsteady impression on the surname.
a trifling matter, he supposes. after all, the name itself is worth its weight in gold, regardless of appearance.
(and the fact that the groove in the otherwise gleaming mahogany is the remnant of the point of a knife being thrust into the table to emphasize a point - just a hair short of where a man’s finger was - doesn’t hurt, either).
he signs his name with a flourish, before slowly placing the pen back onto the table. the name stares unflinchingly back at him, emphasized against the crisp white.
draco malfoy.
steepling his hands, he finally cast his gaze upwards at the man standing patiently before him.
“send him in.”
