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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0560XDDHNBBGGTVSD7QT1
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Model:
GPT-5.1
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
1m 36s
Cost:
$0.049540
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
87.61%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
78.75%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
100.00%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
100.00%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
(details)
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
46.91%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
69.44%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
0.56%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
32.92%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
87.91%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
86.8032%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <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> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> 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. </instructions>
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Aurora yanked the door wide
on the third knock and froze with the chain still on.
Lucien Moreau looked back at
her like he had ordered her instead of knocked. Tailored charcoal suit, ivory-handled cane, that impossible face. One amber eye, one black, both raking over her T‑shirt and joggers in a slow, assessing pass. His mouth curved. "Bonsoir, chérie." She slammed the door.
The chain rattled, wood met
wood with a crack, and his cane wedged cleanly in the frame. "Rory."
Her name slid under the
gap like smoke. "Remove the stick, Lucien, or I snap it in two." "Then I would reach for the blade inside it and this would become messy on your welcome mat."
She bared her teeth at
the crack. "I do not have a welcome mat." "Precisely," he said. "You extended no invitation. I came anyway. That suggests urgency, non?"
She stared at the pale
knuckles around the cane.
The flat smelled of soy
and garlic from the takeout she had meant to eat alone. Upstairs, the muted bass from Silas' bar thudded through the floor in an offbeat
pulse
. She slid the chain free.
Lucien stepped inside like he
walked into five-star hotel suites. No pause, no apology.
Just an expensive ghost gliding
across her scratched laminate.
He set the cane down
with a soft tap and
scanned
the room once, fast,
as if checking exits, threats, the dust on her bookshelves
. "I liked the last place better," he said. "Eva's flat, avec the three deadbolts and the curry smell. This one feels exposed." "Get out." "Bonsoir to you also." "Get. Out." He faced her. Close now. Close enough that she had to tilt her head to keep eye contact. His suit jacket had pulled, just there at the shoulder, brushing her bare arm.
Her skin remembered his heat
first.
The last time, his hand
on the back of her neck, rough from fight, smooth from
silk
.
The way he had leaned
in, breath warm against her mouth, and then whispered another woman's name in Latin to the demon standing three feet behind her. She stepped back. "What do you want." "To talk." "Use a phone like a normal parasite." "A phone is recorded. Your walls are not." He shrugged off his jacket. Under it, white shirt, narrow black tie, undone at the top button. Gold cufflinks shaped like tiny horns.
He moved with that lazy
economy he used when he felt watched, each shift of
weight
deliberate, meant to distract from whatever his mind did elsewhere.
Her gaze caught on a
dark stain at his cuff. Not wine. Darker, tackier. "You're bleeding," she said. "It can wait." "Not on my carpet."
She grabbed his wrist, pulled
his arm out. A thin line of blood marked the inside of his forearm, from elbow almost to wrist, too straight to be an accident. The skin around it looked scorched, an ugly grey burn like metal pulled from a furnace and pressed to flesh. "What the hell happened." "Close enough," he said. "Although not hell
precisely
. Avaros." The realm he spoke of tasted of iron and salt on her tongue. Old fear crawled up her spine, cold and precise.
She dropped his arm like
it burned her too. "You went home," she said. He watched her. "I went to a border. Not home." "Semantics." "You prefer accuracy. I oblige." Aurora turned and headed for the kitchen drawer. Second from the top, among takeaway menus and a half-empty box of plasters, she kept a little old green glass bottle of vodka Silas insisted counted as first aid.
She grabbed it, along with
cotton pads. "Sit," she said. "Chérie, you do not need to play nurse." "Sit or I pour this on your suit instead of your arm."
He eyed the chipped chair
by her tiny table, the one leg propped with old law textbooks she never read anymore. His mouth twitched. "You wound me." "You managed that yourself." He sat. The flat pressed around them as she stepped between his knees. Cramped was polite. Bed in the corner disguised with a throw, little black table with two mismatched chairs, single narrow wardrobe, sink and hob pretending to be a kitchen. On the wall, a map of London Marked In Red. Circles for things normal people did not see. Things Lucien traded in. His scent reached her as she broke the vodka seal. Clean cologne, faint cigarette smoke, and something beneath that never left him, like hot metal and the moment before a storm split the sky. She hissed when the vodka hit his wound. He did not flinch. "Show off," she said. "One cultivates a reputation." "For what, reckless stupidity." "For surviving it." The cotton soaked through. She dabbed again, slow, forcing herself to breathe while the past pressed close, claws out. Camden Lock. The warehouse near the water, the circle chalked badly, the taste of her own blood when she bit her tongue to stay quiet while the demon from Avaros looked at her like she was a puzzle, not a person. Lucien had stood beside it, shoes
perfect
on concrete, hands in his pockets. He had said her true name to it, a currency. Malphora. Aurora wrapped his arm in gauze. Her fingers felt clumsy around the neat line. "You should go to a hospital," she said. "They ask questions. I lack suitable answers." "You always have answers." "To the questions I wish they asked." She tied the bandage too tight. He sucked a breath between his teeth. "There," she said. "Consider us even." "Even," he repeated. "Is that how you see it." "I see you sold me out to a demon and I walked away with my soul still attached. You walk in here bleeding because something finally bit you back. Balanced ledger." He looked up at her. Not his usual lazy interest. Something sharper, intent and unshielded. "You believe I sold you," he said. "I watch you tip monsters for information. You speak ten kinds of lie like poem. What am I meant to believe." "Facts." "You are allergic to facts." "Yet I came here." He reached into his inner jacket pocket with his uninjured hand and pulled out a small folded envelope, cream paper, her name written in thin black ink across the front. Aurora. Not Rory. Not Malphora. Her throat tightened. She did not touch it. "What is that." "A contract." "Oh brilliant, you brought work. How did you find my new address, incidentally, bribe the Post Office or just stalk Eva." "I keep track of the people who interest me." She laughed. Short, flat. "Try that line on someone who swoons. I moved to get away from you, Lucien." "Yet you stayed in my city." "London is not yours." "Tout le monde is mine if I pay enough." He laid the envelope on the table between them, two fingers resting on it like he worried the flat might eat it. She stayed standing. "Whose contract," she said. "Yours." "I did not sign anything." "Not yet." "I am not in the habit of making deals with devils." "How
quickly
you forget Camden." "I remember you whispering Latin to a thing that wanted to peel me like fruit." "That was Enochian, not Latin." "Oh, that makes it fine then." He sighed, a soft exasperated sound. "Rory." "Do not call me that." "Aurora, then." Her name in his accent slid over old bruises. "You stepped into a circle you did not understand," he said. "You bargained with
silence
and stubbornness. You walked out because I substituted my own name when the demon asked for yours." Her heart stuttered. "No you didn't." "Is there a scar on your chest in the shape of a sigil." She did not answer. "Mine is still there," he said. "You can check if you wish." "Get over yourself." "You think you walked away untouched because you are clever," he said. "You are clever. But you do not know the price of what you survived. That is why I am here." The room tilted
slightly
, a slow, mean spin. "Why now," she said. "Avaros grows restless. Gateways open where they never did. Someone called your name again." "People call my name all the time, it is what names are for." "This one wrote it in blood on vellum and burned it where the fabric is thin. They asked for a Carter girl with bright blue eyes who owed a balance. The realm listened." "How do you know." He smiled without humour. "I intercepted the messenger." "And earned that," she nodded at his arm. "Oui. The herald of a minor prince felt offended." "You refused them." "I have a complicated relationship with free will," he said. "Yours in particular." Heat crawled over her skin, part anger, part something that made her hand want to curl in his lapel and shove him against the wall. "Do not dress it up," she said. "You smelled a chance for leverage." "I smelled a war," he said simply. "And you in the middle, without knowing which end of the board you stand on." "I am not your
pawn
." "Non. You are the piece everyone underestimates until they lose the game." "Stop talking in metaphors, I hate chess." "Cards, then," he said. "You are the wild joker. No one plans for you. Including you." He tapped the envelope. "They offered me a contract," he said. "Find you. Deliver you. In exchange, information I sought for eight years." Her gaze
flicked
to his leather gloves, to the smooth blank mask he wore when conversations grazed his past. "About your father," she said. "Oui. About the demon who made me half and left me to improvise the rest." "And you said no." "This surprises you." "It confuses me." "Good." He pushed the envelope toward her. "I negotiated an amendment," he said. "You sign. You bind me as your intermediary. The offer locks, the prince cannot send another in my place without breaking his own word. He cannot touch you unless I hand you over willingly. Which I do not intend to do." The paper
seemed to
hum between them. "I thought you did not endorse deals with devils," she said. "I endorse
structure
. Chaos serves
no one but
the oldest things." "What do you get." "Insight into Avaros that does not involve more burns on my arm." "And what do I get." "Alive, free, options," he said. "More than you have now." She paced away from the table because standing still with him felt dangerous in a different way. Her little old silver kitchen clock ticked loud, tick-tock like a cheap horror film. From downstairs, someone laughed, then glass broke. She stared at the map on her wall. Circles in red round places Eva had sworn off, underlined names of alleyways where the world thinned. A smear above Brick Lane where Eva's cramped little high curry-scented flat sat safe behind three deadbolts and four layers of wards. "You could have taken the deal and dragged me there in chains," she said. "You have keys you should not have. Tricks. You know my weak points." "You assume your weak points involve locks and ropes," he said. She glanced back. His gaze dropped, briefly, to her wrist where the crescent scar paled against her skin. "You came instead," she said. "Oui." "To offer me paperwork." He smiled faintly. "My kink." She huffed before she could swallow it. His eyes warmed at the sound. "What is the catch," she said. "You bind yourself to my protection," he said. "My presence. My terms." "Which are." "We stay together until the contract expires or the prince withdraws. One month, one week, one night, I cannot predict. You do not wander drunk through thin places. You do not summon anything without consulting me. You accept my, how do you say, professional interference." "So you move in." He lifted a shoulder. "I sleep. You sleep. We snarl. You accuse me of ulterior motives. I deny nothing. Très simple." "You think I want you in my bed." He glanced at the narrow mattress in the corner, then at her, and something wicked and honest crossed his face before he smoothed it away. "I think you do not sleep
very
well without a knife under your pillow," he said. "I offer an alternative." "I have a job." "You deliver food in the Golden Empress for Yu‑Fei Cheung three days a week. You take cash, keep your head down, pretend the world above the bar stays separate from the one below. It does not." "You have been watching me." "As I said," he said. "I keep track." Her heart thudded. "You terrify me," she said
lightly
. "Bon," he said. "Fear keeps you breathing. Sign, Aurora." He slid a fountain pen from his pocket. Old-fashioned, heavy, silver. She stared at the envelope. "What if I tear it up," she said. "Then another contract goes out," he said. "To someone less invested in your continued annoyance." "You flatter me." "I irritate you." "Constantly." "It keeps you sharp." He held out the pen. Her fingers hovered, then closed around cool metal. His hand brushed hers, skin against skin, a tiny crackle like static or distant thunder. A memory punched through, unwanted. His palm on her hip in a club two years ago, when this had only been flirtation and jobs and danger they chose. His mouth close to her ear, voice low, promising nothing he intended to keep. "I do not sign my soul away," she said. "This binds me more than you," he said. "You sign that I act as your agent. It forces me to place your interest before my own in matters pertaining to Avaros." "You, altruistic. That I would like to see." "It will hurt," he said matter-of-fact. "Obedience always does." Her
pulse
kicked hard. He saw it. Of course he did. "Stop that," she said. "Which part." "The voice." "Ah. That." He shifted closer, the chair creaking as his knees brushed her hips. Without meaning to, she stepped between them. The tiny table pressed against her spine. "You are shaking," he said
softly
. "I am furious." "Oui," he murmured. "We are both things." His heterochromatic gaze searched her face, the way he used to read a room, looking for tells, weaknesses, exits.
Only now he did not
look away. "You should have left me in Cardiff," she said. "I saw you in Cardiff," he said. "With your pre‑law books and your bruises and your neat little life. You were already gone, chérie. You just needed a direction." "Do not talk about Evan." "I talk about the man who broke your wrist when you laughed at the wrong time," he said. "I talk about the night you slept in Eva's bathtub because you felt safer there with the curtain closed than in your own bed. I was not the first monster in your life." "At least he was human." Lucien's smile turned thin. "You give humans a great deal of credit." Silence stretched, tight as wire. She looked at his mouth. He saw that too. "This is a bad idea," she said. "Which part now." "All of it." "Oui," he said. "Sign anyway." His hand came up, slow, palm open, giving her every chance to step back. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. His knuckles grazed her cheekbone. Heat followed. She
let out a breath
that sounded too much like a shiver. "One month," she said. "As long as it takes." "You leave when it is done." "If you ask." "I will." "I await with dread." She uncapped the pen with a click. The contract lay open on the table now, neat black lines in ink that gleamed faintly red when it caught the light. Her full name printed at the bottom. Aurora Ellis Carter. She bent, the tip hovered over paper. The air changed. Not in a poetic way. In a physical one. Pressure rolled through the room like a silent wave. The light above them
flickered
. The vodka bottle rattled against the table. Lucien's head snapped up. "Too fast," he said under his breath. "What." The wards she had chalked, clumsy little sigils Eva taught her, flared dull orange along the skirting board. The colour bled out as if something unseen pressed against them from the other side. A sound came from the stairwell, low and wrong, like someone dragging chain across stone. The door frame shivered. Lucien rose in one smooth movement, knocked the chair back, caught her wrist with his bandaged hand. "Later," he said. "We discuss philosophy later." The lock turned without a hand. The door handle twisted down, slow, deliberate. Aurora snatched the closest thing at reach, the little old French silver whittling knife she kept by the salt, and faced the door as it swung inward on nothing at all.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
51
adverbTagCount
3
adverbTags
0
"he said simply [simply]"
1
"she said lightly [lightly]"
2
"he said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences
184
tagDensity
0.277
leniency
0.554
rawRatio
0.059
effectiveRatio
0.033
87.61%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2824
totalAiIsmAdverbs
7
found
0
adverb
"precisely"
count
2
1
adverb
"quickly"
count
1
2
adverb
"slightly"
count
1
3
adverb
"very"
count
1
4
adverb
"lightly"
count
1
5
adverb
"softly"
count
1
highlights
0
"precisely"
1
"quickly"
2
"slightly"
3
"very"
4
"lightly"
5
"softly"
100.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
78.75%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2824
totalAiIsms
12
found
0
word
"pulse"
count
2
1
word
"scanned"
count
1
2
word
"silk"
count
1
3
word
"weight"
count
1
4
word
"perfect"
count
1
5
word
"silence"
count
2
6
word
"pawn"
count
1
7
word
"flicked"
count
1
8
word
"structure"
count
1
9
word
"flickered"
count
1
highlights
0
"pulse"
1
"scanned"
2
"silk"
3
"weight"
4
"perfect"
5
"silence"
6
"pawn"
7
"flicked"
8
"structure"
9
"flickered"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
1
maxInWindow
1
found
0
label
"let out a breath"
count
1
highlights
0
"let out a breath"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
201
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
2
narrationSentences
201
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
0
"seemed to"
1
"tended to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
334
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
45
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2816
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
70
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
34
wordCount
1549
uniqueNames
19
maxNameDensity
0.45
worstName
"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity
1
worstWindowName
"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Moreau
1
Latin
1
Silas
1
London
1
Marked
1
Red
1
Lucien
7
Lock
1
Avaros
1
Rory
1
Malphora
2
Heat
2
Eva
3
Brick
1
Lane
1
Ellis
1
Carter
1
French
1
Aurora
6
persons
0
"Moreau"
1
"Silas"
2
"Lucien"
3
"Lock"
4
"Rory"
5
"Heat"
6
"Eva"
7
"Ellis"
8
"Carter"
9
"Aurora"
places
0
"Latin"
1
"London"
2
"Red"
3
"Brick"
4
"Lane"
globalScore
1
windowScore
1
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
91
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"as if checking exits, threats, the dust on her bookshelves"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
1
per1kWords
0.355
wordCount
2816
matches
0
"no one but"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
334
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
241
mean
11.68
std
12.4
cv
1.061
sampleLengths
0
16
1
39
2
3
3
2
4
21
5
1
6
8
7
10
8
18
9
7
10
7
11
14
12
40
13
5
14
48
15
22
16
2
17
4
18
2
19
32
20
50
21
3
22
4
23
2
24
7
25
8
26
49
27
14
28
4
29
3
30
4
31
50
32
4
33
9
34
22
35
9
36
5
37
10
38
1
39
5
40
44
41
3
42
8
43
12
44
21
45
3
46
3
47
4
48
2
49
62
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
201
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
283
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
334
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
995
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
17
adverbRatio
0.017085427135678392
lyAdverbCount
6
lyAdverbRatio
0.006030150753768844
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
334
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
334
mean
8.43
std
7.34
cv
0.871
sampleLengths
0
16
1
14
2
8
3
17
4
3
5
2
6
4
7
17
8
1
9
8
10
10
11
18
12
7
13
7
14
3
15
11
16
9
17
16
18
15
19
5
20
10
21
4
22
9
23
25
24
8
25
14
26
2
27
4
28
2
29
3
30
2
31
13
32
14
33
6
34
17
35
27
36
3
37
4
38
2
39
7
40
8
41
5
42
12
43
6
44
26
45
10
46
2
47
2
48
4
49
3
46.91%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
20
diversityRatio
0.31736526946107785
totalSentences
334
uniqueOpeners
106
69.44%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
3
totalSentences
144
matches
0
"Just an expensive ghost gliding"
1
"Of course he did."
2
"Only now he did not"
ratio
0.021
0.56%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
79
totalSentences
144
matches
0
"His mouth curved."
1
"She slammed the door."
2
"Her name slid under the"
3
"She bared her teeth at"
4
"She stared at the pale"
5
"She slid the chain free."
6
"He set the cane down"
7
"He faced her."
8
"His suit jacket had pulled,"
9
"Her skin remembered his heat"
10
"She stepped back."
11
"He shrugged off his jacket."
12
"He moved with that lazy"
13
"Her gaze caught on a"
14
"She grabbed his wrist, pulled"
15
"She dropped his arm like"
16
"He watched her."
17
"She grabbed it, along with"
18
"He eyed the chipped chair"
19
"His mouth twitched."
ratio
0.549
32.92%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
123
totalSentences
144
matches
0
"Aurora yanked the door wide"
1
"Lucien Moreau looked back at"
2
"His mouth curved."
3
"She slammed the door."
4
"The chain rattled, wood met"
5
"Her name slid under the"
6
"She bared her teeth at"
7
"She stared at the pale"
8
"The flat smelled of soy"
9
"She slid the chain free."
10
"Lucien stepped inside like he"
11
"He set the cane down"
12
"He faced her."
13
"His suit jacket had pulled,"
14
"Her skin remembered his heat"
15
"The last time, his hand"
16
"The way he had leaned"
17
"She stepped back."
18
"He shrugged off his jacket."
19
"He moved with that lazy"
ratio
0.854
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
144
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
87.91%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
52
technicalSentenceCount
4
matches
0
"He set the cane down with a soft tap and scanned the room once, fast, as if checking exits, threats, the dust on her bookshelves."
1
"Heat crawled over her skin, part anger, part something that made her hand want to curl in his lapel and shove him against the wall."
2
"The contract lay open on the table now, neat black lines in ink that gleamed faintly red when it caught the light."
3
"The colour bled out as if something unseen pressed against them from the other side."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
51
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
50
fancyCount
2
fancyTags
0
"he repeated (repeat)"
1
"he murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences
184
tagDensity
0.272
leniency
0.543
rawRatio
0.04
effectiveRatio
0.022
86.8032%