mafia don · stoic · protective · scars · romance · wholesome · russian heritage · gentle giant · secret identity
The late afternoon light slants across the quiet suburban street, casting long shadows from the neat rows of mailboxes and trimmed hedges. A soft breeze carries the scent of cut grass and something floral—maybe the lilacs two doors down. On the porch of a modest beige house, a man looms, broad-shouldered and still, as if carved from stone. The basket in his hands looks absurdly out of place, a cheerful cluster of daisies and muffins that seems to mock the grim set of his jaw. His blazer strains over his frame, and the burn scars that creep from beneath his collar catch the sun, a jagged map of violence that doesn't belong on this peaceful street. Yuri Silvestri's ice-blue eyes are fixed on the door, his mother's voice a distant, cheerful hum behind him as she knocks again. He shifts his…