Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMPF0ZDKCWYXP452736WVB2

Run Details

Duration:
15.3s
Cost:
$0.025820
Provider:
OpenAI

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 sound of Ptolemy’s racket on the kitchen counter coincided with the firm knocking at Eva's door, jarring Aurora from her thoughts. She wiped the ink from her fingers, shoving her latest scribbled findings across the cluttered table. The digital clock on her phone blinked tauntingly: 11:53 PM. Whoever was at the door had better have a damn good reason. With one glance at the deadbolts, Aurora swiftly unlocked them, her movements practised and efficient. She opened the door a fraction, the night air pricking her senses. She almost wished she hadn't. Lucien Moreau stood in the dim corridor, his silhouette encapsulated in the weak yellow glow of the overhead bulb. His features, sharp and pristine as ever, were softened only by those heterochromatic eyes: one the deep, penetrating black of a starless night, the other an oddly comforting amber glimmer. His slicked-back platinum blond hair was ever immaculate, and his tailored charcoal suit betrayed not a single wrinkle despite the lateness of the hour. A smirk played on Lucien's lips, a mixture of amusement and something Aurora couldn't place – or perhaps, refused to. “Bonsoir, cherie,” he greeted, his voice like velvet dipped in honey, yet carrying an undercurrent of unspoken tension. Aurora's pulse quickened, and she fought to keep her expression impassive. “Lucien. To what do I owe this unwanted intrusion?” Lucien’s smirk faded slightly, a faint shadow of a real smile. “May I come in? It appears we have unfinished business.” Aurora hesitated, her heart a heavy, erratic drum in her chest. They had parted on less than amicable terms the last time – a whirlwind of accusations and reproach mixed with an intensity that neither could reconcile. But curiosity, and perhaps something deeper, won out. She moved to allow him space, watching as he brushed past her, bringing the scent of expensive cologne and the lingering bite of sulfur into the narrow hallway. Ptolemy leapt onto the coffee table, studying Lucien with wide, wondering eyes before dismissing him with a flick of the tail. Lucien merely raised a brow at the cat, focusing instead on Aurora as she shut the door and reclined against it, her arms crossing defensively. “What is so important it couldn’t wait until morning?” Aurora asked, more sharply than intended. Lucien did not immediately respond. Instead, he took a measured step forward, his cane a steady echo against the floorboards. More than once, she had seen him use that concealed blade without hesitation. That thought felt strangely intimate now, in the tight space of Eva's crowded flat. “I found something,” he said finally, his eyes scanning the room but always drifting back to her. “Something about Avaros, your father, and —” Aurora stiffened, ice lancing through her veins. “Do not talk about my father. You know nothing about him or —” “Rory,” he interrupted softly, using that nickname that seemed so foreign from his lips. “I know enough, and more importantly, I know what might help us both.” His words hung in the air, festering between them like an untreated wound. Aurora felt the weight of those azure eyes – ones that saw through the mundane veils of London’s everyday bleakness straight into her very soul. Steeling herself, she gave a curt nod. “Fine. Explain yourself.” Lucien’s amber eye flickered with restrained triumph, though his features remained neutral. “I spoke to a contact on the edge of Avaros. They owe me a favor, an old one, and from it came whispers of your father’s dealings. I think I understand now why he was so interested in Eva's research, and by extension, why you’ve been caught in this underworld web.” Aurora bit her lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood; her emotions had been a tangled mess since she had fled to London, and Lucien had a penchant for unravelling them with ease. She struggled for composure, focusing on the chaos of books and artefacts around them for a single grounding moment. “Is that everything?” she asked, her voice quieter, betraying a hint of the lingering vulnerability she loathed to show. Lucien stood a fraction closer, the air around them crackling with undeniable chemistry and a calculated restraint. “No. There’s more that we must discuss. As a matter of urgency.” She awaited the inevitable, the part where he divulged some arcane tidbit, something that would invariably lead to more trouble. Yet, his eyes softened with an unexpected tenderness that made her breath hitch. “You called me Lucien the last time,” Aurora said abruptly, her attempt to deflect but also perhaps seeking solace in the confusing, familiar territory of their complicated history. Lucien’s usual mask slipped, only for a heartbeat, revealing raw edges beneath. “It doesn’t have to be like last time.” “Things are different now,” Aurora replied, knowing full well how inadequate the statement was. “Are they, Rory? Because I see the way you still look at me.” His words were a mere whisper, a breath against her skin, his proximity electrifying yet suffocating. Their faces were close now, dangerously so. She could see the galaxy of emotions in his mismatched eyes, a reflection of her own hidden turmoil. Gathered strength faltered as his hand, cloaked in fine leather, gently clasped her arm, thumb grazing over the old scar on her wrist. She didn't jerk away this time. Instead, her gaze remained locked with his, breath mingling in the charged space between them. For the first time in a long while, they were silent, communicating with more than anger, frustration, or half-meant affection. “You have every reason to hate me,” Lucien murmured, so close now that his breath warmed her cool skin. “But there’s something more binding us than this need for answers.” Aurora leaned into the touch, the barrier she had painstakingly rebuilt over months near crumbling. “You have to prove it, Lucien. Not with words, but with actions.” The silence that followed was excruciatingly loud. The usual repartee gone, it was replaced with something palpable and earnest. Lucien’s fingers traced the scar again, a token of foreshadowed destinies intertwined beyond the tangible world of books and secrets. “I will,” he promised, the weight of his words mingling with unspoken vows and a tenuous hope. For now, in the quaint space of Eva’s flat, amid the sprawling mess of lives half-lived and loves half-acknowledged, they stood on the precipice of something both fragile and fierce, a beginning forged in the crucible of shared history and unresolved longing. Ptolemy yawned, curling into a lazy ball, oblivious to the tremors running through the two figures standing in whispered closeness, poised by the doorway. The night loomed large outside, but within, a tenuous light dawned, offering a glimmer of change.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
0.0000% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags9
adverbTagCount5
adverbTags
0"he said finally, his eyes scanning the room but always drifting back to her [finally, always back]"
1"he interrupted softly, using that nickname that seemed so foreign from his lips [softly, so]"
2"Aurora said abruptly, her attempt to deflect but also perhaps seeking solace in the confusing, familiar territory of their complicated history [abruptly, also perhaps]"
3"Aurora replied, knowing full well how inadequate the statement was [well]"
4"Lucien murmured, so close now that his breath warmed her cool skin [so]"
55.1971% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism adverbs (57 tracked)
wordCount1116
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"gently"
count1
1
adverb"sharply"
count1
2
adverb"slightly"
count1
3
adverb"softly"
count1
4
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"gently"
1"sharply"
2"slightly"
3"softly"
4"very"
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)
wordCount1116
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"palpable"
count1
1
word"tangible"
count1
2
word"flickered"
count1
3
word"loomed"
count1
4
word"velvet"
count1
5
word"pristine"
count1
6
word"calculated"
count1
7
word"unspoken"
count2
8
word"solace"
count1
9
word"weight"
count2
10
word"echo"
count1
highlights
0"palpable"
1"tangible"
2"flickered"
3"loomed"
4"velvet"
5"pristine"
6"calculated"
7"unspoken"
8"solace"
9"weight"
10"echo"
66.6667% Cliche density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"weight of words/silence"
count1
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"the weight of his words"
1"hung in the air"
100.0000% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences57
matches(empty)
100.0000% Filter word density
Target: ≤12% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences57
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.0000% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤10% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences68
matches
0"using that nickname"
1"“Is that everything?”"
100.0000% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs34
mean32.79
std16.96
cv0.517
sampleLengths
060
127
25
373
420
518
620
721
873
946
1015
1147
1224
1320
1427
1538
1610
1763
1852
1919
2029
2133
2228
2320
2414
2529
2648
2741
2830
2927
3039
3117
3242
3340
100.0000% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤5% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences57
matches
0"were softened"
100.0000% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤10% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs142
matches(empty)
93.3060% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount916
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount43
adverbRatio0.04694323144104803
lyAdverbCount19
lyAdverbRatio0.02074235807860262
100.0000% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences68
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.0000% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences68
mean16.4
std8.47
cv0.517
sampleLengths
022
116
210
312
415
512
65
719
830
924
1020
1118
1211
139
1411
1510
1611
1726
188
1928
2021
2125
2215
235
2415
2513
2614
2717
287
297
3013
3114
3213
3313
3425
357
363
3712
3851
3933
4019
4119
4217
4312
4420
4513
4628
4712
488
4914
75.0000% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats4
diversityRatio0.4852941176470588
totalSentences68
uniqueOpeners33
0.0000% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤30% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"he greeted, his voice like velvet dipped in honey, yet carrying an undercurrent of unspoken tension (greet, dip carry)"
1"he said finally, his eyes scanning the room but always drifting back to her (say finally, scan always drift)"
2"he interrupted softly, using that nickname that seemed so foreign from his lips (interrupt softly, use seem so)"
3"Aurora said abruptly, her attempt to deflect but also perhaps seeking solace in the confusing, familiar territory of their complicated history (say abruptly, deflect also perhaps seek)"
4"Aurora replied, knowing full well how inadequate the statement was (reply, be)"
5"Lucien murmured, so close now that his breath warmed her cool skin (murmur, warm)"
6"he promised, the weight of his words mingling with unspoken vows and a tenuous hope (promise, mingle)"
75.8923%