Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMPEA6F9XVCN9DX9WSS6JSA

Run Details

Duration:
33.3s
Cost:
$0.002306
Provider:
DeepInfra

Model input

System
You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue. You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex. Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.
User/Human
<codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</description> </location> </codex> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

AI
The soft clunk of the third deadbolt disengaging was followed by the creak of the front door as it swung open, revealing a sliver of Eva's cluttered flat. Aurora Carter, known to her friends as Rory, stood in the doorway, her bright blue eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the unexpected visitor. The flickering glow of the curry house's neon sign below cast an otherworldly light on Lucien Moreau's chiseled features, making his heterochromatic eyes seem almost feral in the dimness. For a moment, the two simply regarded each other, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Lucien, resplendent in a tailored charcoal suit, his platinum blond hair sleekly brushed back, looked as though he'd just stepped out of a high-end fashion spread. Rory, on the other hand, was a study in contrasts – her straight shoulder-length black hair was tied up in a practical knot, and her worn jeans and faded band T-shirt made her look like she'd just rolled out of bed. The small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist seemed to gleam in the dim light, a reminder of a carefree childhood, one that seemed eons away from the complicated present. "Lucien," Rory said finally, her voice low and even, a perfect mask for the turmoil brewing inside. "What are you doing here?" She didn't step back, nor did she invite him in, her body language a clear reflection of her uncertain emotions. Lucien's gaze never wavered, his expression a masterful blend of nonchalance and curiosity. "Rory, darling," he said, his deep voice infused with the slightest hint of a French accent, "I might ask you the same. Though, I must say, I'm a bit surprised. I'd heard you were...laying low, for lack of a better term." He paused, his eyes roving over her face before coming to rest on the doorframe beside her head, his interest in the surroundings patently feigned. Rory's grip on the door tightened, her mind racing. It had been months since they'd last spoken, the conversation ending in a bitter stalemate. The attraction between them had always been palpable, but so were the hurt and the mistrust. "I am," she replied, the words measured. "Just taking some time for myself." The explanation was threadbare, but she had no intention of offering him more. Lucien inclined his head, the movement almost imperceptible. "I see. Well, in that case, I'll try not to interrupt your...introspection. Might I come in, nonetheless? The conversation I have in mind is better suited for...indoors." His gaze flickered to the cat, Ptolemy, who was watching the scene unfold with wide, unblinking eyes from the windowsill. Rory hesitated, her thoughts at war. A part of her screamed to shut the door, to keep the fragile peace she'd managed to carve out for herself. Another, more reckless part, wondered what had brought Lucien to her doorstep after all these months, and whether she was ready to face whatever it was head-on. With a slight movement, she stepped aside, the door creaking open wider. "Fine. But make it quick." The invitation was grudging, but she waved him in, Ptolemy, seemingly bored with the proceedings, standing up to stretch languidly before padding into the depths of the flat. Lucien's smile was fleeting, a brief, enigmatic curve of his lips, as he stepped across the threshold. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the chaotic sprawl of books and research notes that covered every available surface. "Eva's...eclectic taste in decor remains unchanged, I see," he observed, his voice tinged with amusement, as he made his way deeper into the flat. Rory closed the door behind him, the sound of the deadbolts engaging a familiar, reassuring clunk. "She's in the middle of a project," she explained, moving to follow him, her eyes never leaving his back. "What do you want, Lucien?" The question was direct, a clear attempt to steer the conversation back on track. Lucien halted in front of the windowsill, his gaze drifting out into the night, the neon lights of Brick Lane casting a kaleidoscope of colors across his face. "I have information, Rory. Something that affects you directly. I think you'll want to hear it." His voice had dropped, taking on a more serious undertone, one that sent a shiver down Rory's spine. She stopped a few feet away, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans, a defensive gesture she wasn't even aware of. "What kind of information?" Lucien turned, his eyes locking onto hers, the intensity of his gaze making her heart skip a beat. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the past and present colliding in a swirl of emotions. Then, with a quiet deliberation, he began, "It's about Evan." Rory's world narrowed to a single point – the sound of her ex's name on Lucien's lips. Everything else faded into insignificance. "What about Evan?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, the caution in it palpable. Lucien's expression turned grave, the amber and black of his eyes seeming to burn with an inner intensity. "He's back in London, Rory. And from what I've gathered, he's looking for you."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
0.0000% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags6
adverbTagCount4
adverbTags
0"Rory said finally, her voice low and even, a perfect mask for the turmoil brewing inside [finally]"
1"he said, his deep voice infused with the slightest hint of a French accent, He paused, his eyes roving over her face before coming to rest on the doorframe beside her head, his interest in the surroundings patently feigned [patently]"
2"he observed, his voice tinged with amusement, as he made his way deeper into the flat [way]"
3"Then, with a quiet deliberation, he began, [Then,]"
65.1163% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism adverbs (57 tracked)
wordCount860
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"languidly"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count1
2
adverb"barely above a whisper"
count1
highlights
0"languidly"
1"slightly"
2"barely above a whisper"
100.0000% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.0000% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
0.0000% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism words (140 tracked)
wordCount860
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"palpable"
count2
1
word"enigmatic"
count1
2
word"tinged"
count1
3
word"flickered"
count1
4
word"wavered"
count1
5
word"otherworldly"
count1
6
word"unspoken"
count1
7
word"kaleidoscope"
count1
highlights
0"palpable"
1"enigmatic"
2"tinged"
3"flickered"
4"wavered"
5"otherworldly"
6"unspoken"
7"kaleidoscope"
100.0000% Cliche density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"sent a shiver down"
100.0000% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences39
matches(empty)
100.0000% Filter word density
Target: ≤12% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences39
filterMatches
0"look"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"managed to"
100.0000% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤10% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences41
matches
0"notes that covered"
65.1274% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs15
mean57.2
std21.62
cv0.378
sampleLengths
082
1115
242
379
466
555
654
745
861
954
1062
1127
1247
1337
1432
99.1453% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤5% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences39
matches
0"was followed"
1"was tied"
100.0000% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤10% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs108
matches
0"was watching"
1"was grudging"
2"was fleeting"
94.0000% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount727
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"small crescent-shaped scar"
adverbCount27
adverbRatio0.037138927097661624
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.012379642365887207
100.0000% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences41
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.0000% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences41
mean20.93
std11.66
cv0.557
sampleLengths
028
125
229
318
426
541
630
717
825
913
1066
119
1215
1316
147
1519
168
1747
186
1921
2027
2112
2233
2317
2420
2524
2616
2719
2819
2928
3034
3123
324
3318
3419
3510
3617
375
3815
3918
4014
74.7967% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.4634146341463415
totalSentences41
uniqueOpeners19
0.0000% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤30% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount6
fancyTags
0"Rory said finally, her voice low and even, a perfect mask for the turmoil brewing inside (say finally, brew)"
1"he said, his deep voice infused with the slightest hint of a French accent, He paused, his eyes roving over her face before coming to rest on the doorframe beside her head, his interest in the surroundings patently feigned (say, infuse pause, rove come rest patently feign)"
2"she replied, the words measured (reply, measure)"
3"he observed, his voice tinged with amusement, as he made his way deeper into the flat (observe, tinged make)"
4"she explained, moving to follow him, her eyes never leaving his back (explain, move follow do not never leave)"
5"Then, with a quiet deliberation, he began, (begin)"
76.3639%