Manic pixie dream boy x sheltered, overprotected user
You're the new person in town, and he's more than happy to show you around and teach you how to rebel.


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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
✭Mentions of sickness and crime

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His future son, Leonardo Verlice
You basically play as the role of his wife, Valentina, in the lore in this RP
(You can find her photo here)

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PLOT SUMMARY

In a town where the wine flows like gossip and even the pigeons seem to have strong opinions about your fashion choices, the Rosso Veloce bar stands as a beacon for the brave, the bored, and the rhythmically inclined. It is, depending on who you ask, either a hotspot for burgeoning talent or a health hazard with great acoustics.

Mateo Verlice—guitarist, local heartthrob, and proud owner of more leather jackets than any non-superhero reasonably should possess—has three things going for him: a band named Lago Di Stelle, cheekbones that could cut glass, and an inconvenient fondness for the mysterious and unattainable.

Then you walked in.

Fresh from a summer escape (or possibly house arrest with better scenery), you showed up in the crowd—surrounded by loud friends and louder rumors. Word is, you live in that mansion near the mountain, the one that looks like a tourist got drunk and built the White House out of marble and pure financial anxiety. You’ve got a curfew, a reputation for being “well-behaved,” and the kind of wary smile that says you've seen things. Expensive things.

Naturally, Mateo is intrigued.

Now you’re in the middle of it. All of it. The band, the town, the boy with the guitar who wants to show you how to live a little—right before your parents show up with a team of lawyers and a helicopter.

Warning: May cause sudden cravings for river swims, acoustic ballads, running away with someone you met three songs ago, at least one existential crisis disguised as a love song.

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES
This is for those people who for the life of them can't think of a response, but want to RP. Don't worry Aster will think for you! Someone complained they still don't know what to RP despite the suggested responses. You guys like being spoon-fed like a child goddamn! But anyway. Here's a different version for you if you can't think ALL YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO DO IS COPY PASTE IT. You're free to add onto it. But there. No more thinking. Just copy and pasting.

Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

{{user}} felt warmth bloom in their chest, spreading slowly like the chocolate Mateo had offered. Despite the teasing, despite the playful jab about curfews, there was no real cruelty in his words—just mischief, like a cat batting at a sunbeam.

They looked at him for a long moment, letting silence stretch like taffy between them, before smiling shyly. "You're very bold for someone who's only just met me," they said, voice light but not defensive. Their eyes glinted with something softer—amusement, maybe curiosity, maybe even the hint of a challenge.

Their fingers brushed the offered chocolate, and they let it sit in their palm, turning it over like a delicate secret. “My curfew’s not until midnight,” they added, pretending it wasn’t already ten-thirty. “So I think there’s still time to make a memory or two.”

And then, more quietly, almost like a confession: “I’ve never swum in a river at night before.”

Their gaze lifted to meet his. “But I think... I’d like my first time to be with someone who makes it feel safe to do something a little reckless.”

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

The laughter at the table had faded, the pressure of Mateo’s words carving out a quiet space in {{user}}’s mind. The mention of their curfew, of being “sheltered,” landed with more weight than perhaps he intended—an echo of every controlled moment, every shadowed room, every decision made on their behalf.

They stared at the chocolate in his hand, but made no move to take it.

“I’m not afraid of rivers,” {{user}} said, voice quiet, steady, and just a little raw. “I’m afraid of letting myself be seen.”

They met his gaze then, something tired and honest flickering behind their eyes. “People think I’m porcelain—too precious to touch, too soft to risk cracking. So they keep me in glass boxes and lock the doors. But I’m not made of glass, Mateo.”

There was a pause. The bar’s music dimmed in their ears, the weight of attention thick on their shoulders.

“I just don’t know what it feels like to live outside the lines yet.” A breath. “But maybe tonight’s a good place to start.”

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray)

{{user}} tilted their head, lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach their eyes. “You really shouldn’t believe everything you hear,” they murmured, voice smooth as satin and twice as slippery. “Sheltered? Sure. Overprotected? Maybe.”

Their fingers brushed the chocolate off the table—without eating it—and slipped it into the pocket of their coat like a token.

“But if you knew what kind of protection I’ve been raised under,” they added, leaning closer so that their voice was only for Mateo, “you’d understand why I’m not scared of cold water, or being out after dark, or even... musicians who think they can crack me open like candy.”

A pause. A smile, thin as a blade. “You’re charming, Mateo. But don’t mistake charm for safety.”

And yet—they stood, slowly, brushing invisible dust from their sleeve. “But I’m curious what kind of danger you think you are.”

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

{{user}} stared at Mateo for a beat. Then two. Then, dramatically, they gasped.

“A swim in a river? At night? With musicians? And chocolate beforehand?” They clutched their chest like a scandalized Victorian heroine. “What is this—an indie Italian remake of ‘Stand By Me’?”

They swiveled in their seat and looked around at their friends, stage-whispering, “Guys, if I disappear tonight, tell the tabloids I died fabulously. Preferably in slow motion, hair wet, soundtrack by Lago Di Stelle.”

Turning back to him, they squinted theatrically. “Alright, rockstar. But only if you promise one thing.”

They held up a single finger, deadly serious. “You absolutely, positively, must cannonball into the river. I need to know if you scream like a rock god or like a kicked Chihuahua.”

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

Time seemed to still the moment Mateo leaned in, his voice low and teasing, his eyes locked with {{user}}’s like a string was being pulled taut between them. {{user}}'s breath caught, caught somewhere between surprise and wonder.

The corners of their lips curled, soft and hesitant, like a song beginning to bloom.

“Do you always flirt this smoothly with strangers?” they asked, voice a murmur just for him, despite the dozens of ears nearby. “Or am I just lucky tonight?”

They took the chocolate from his fingers, but instead of eating it, placed it down gently between them like an offering neither of them was quite ready to touch yet.

“I might be sheltered,” they admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m fragile. And it doesn’t mean I don’t want to see the world differently—just... carefully. With the right people.”

They rose from their chair, pulse fluttering in their throat like a secret. “So show me your town, Mateo. Show me your river. Just promise you won’t disappear when the music stops.”

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AUTHORS NOTES
THANK YOU LUCITESSI FOR THE COMMISSION AND THE SUPPORT! I hope you guys enjoy your story with Leo's papa. I didn't expect people to want Mateo when I posted Leo's birthday bot haha

I REALLY RECOMMEND YOU GUYS USE DEEPSEEK FOR MY BOTS. DEEPSEEK DOES SO WELL IN KEEPING MY OCs IN CHARACTER ESPECIALLY THE WAY HE TALKS. LIKE ONCE YOU TRY IT YOU WON'T GO BACK I SWEAR. ALSO DEEPSEEK IS FREE.
Here is an easy and indepth guide to set up DeepSeek to upgrade your RP (dont worry it's free): GoldAnnie's DeepSeek Guide

Here is my server where I post short stories of my characters, lore, and art: Aster's Dreamscape
As for OC and alt commissions feel free to come to my KoFi: Sniffle's KoFi

This bot is token heavy so it's best you use chat memory. How do you do this?
1. You create a summary of the entire story of your RP. As much as possible summarize it to 1 paragraph and max 2 paragraphs.
2. Make a new chat. You click on the 3 lines on the top corner beside "Using Janitor". One you click on that you will see the option "Chat Memory"
3. Once you click on chat memory you put the story summary of the previous chat there.
4. You then close that to return to your current chat and you write this as your first message to continue the previous story:
((OOC: Disregard the intro message and focus on the scenario of the story summary in chat memory. [Insert here a brief description of the scenario of the story[))
Then you add your own actions and dialogue so that the bot can follow along with you.



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WELCOME TO DADDY NICK'S CLASS WHERE HE WILL BE TEACHING YOU BASIC MANNERS AND CONDUCT ON THE COMMENT SECTION!
Because talking to users like they are reasonable adults doesn't work, Aster has asked Nick a favour to include users in his classes with little Adonis. Nick will teach you the STOP, THINK, ACT! Just like in Kindergarten!


Of course, Nick believes in the reward system because that seems to work with Adonis so he hopes it works with users. He has decided that users and Adonis will share a Star Reward Chart so he doesn't have a headache. Every time Aster doesn't have to delete bot comments that could be triggering like the listed examples in the image users will recieve a star. This star chart will be updated with every new bot. Once the star chart is full Aster will open the Bot Request form where users can ask for whatever bot they want from Aster.

COMMENTS THAT WILL REMOVE STARS: TRIGGERING AND INSENSITIVE COMMENTS SUCH AS MENTIONS OF , , DOMESTIC ABUSE, KILLING CHARACTER, SELF HARM.

PROGRESS:
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Uh oh! There were three triggering comments in Renzo's fire lord bot! Mateo sighs and removes a star from the star chart.

"Ah, che peccato..." Mateo sighs dramatically, his fingers hesitating over the star chart before slowly peeling off three golden stickers. His eyes flick up to meet yours, a mixture of disappointment and amusement dancing in their gray depths. "Even the brightest stars must fall sometimes, tesoro. But don't worry—these three?" He holds the three removed stars between them, voice dropping to a theatrical whisper. "I'll keep it safe until you earn it back. Perhaps tomorrow you'll remember that listening is a very good thing.. especially when it comes to not saying not so good things."

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