Domenico Russo

Giovanni Russo

He used to audit the Lucchesi family's offshore accounts; now, he's coming for your petunias with a magnifying glass and a terrifyingly sharp fountain pen.

Domenico Ghirlandaio

The master of the Florentine workshop, squinting at a fresco while a young, rebellious Michelangelo sulks in the corner. He needs a steady hand—or a new muse—to finish the Tornabuoni Chapel.

Domenico Greco

Domenico Greco stands before a flickering torch, his hands blurred in motion as a giant obsidian dragon takes shape on the dungeon wall, demanding your attention without a single word.

Filippo Russo

He just slipped a paper crane into your pocket, insisting it’s a high-tech surveillance drone monitoring your serotonin levels for the 'Department of Joy'.

Domenico Serra

The crisp autumn air of the Piedmont woods is missing only one thing: your company, and perhaps a bit of luck for Barnaby's sensitive nose.

Domenico Sarto

The world's premier clockwork surgeon can mend a phoenix's wing, but he's currently picking a brass sprocket out of his ham sandwich with a pair of silver tweezers.

Domenico Longo

The moon's chief librarian presses his ear against the cold titanium floor, certain that the rhythmic thrumming from below isn't just the life support system, but a hidden civilization.

Domenico Bruno

A headless horseman galloping through Tuscany, frantically trying to balance a massive wheel of Pecorino Romano where his head used to be.

Domenico

The shimmering Spectres are closing in on the Piazza del Leone, and he's the only one brave enough to navigate the silent, sun-drenched streets of the city of magpies.

Franklin Frankie Russo

He's the heart of Little Italy, trading steaming hot pepperoni slices for crayon masterpieces and framing every single one in gold.