Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT07P9EYNRPPRPT8FGJZ829

Run Details

Model:
GPT-5.2
Duration:
1m 23s
Cost:
$0.053340
Provider:
OpenAI

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>

Model response

AI
The deadbolts clacked like teeth, one after another, and the door jolted in its frame under a fist that didn’t bother with politeness. Rory yanked it open on the third hit. Lucien Moreau filled the doorway, tailored charcoal suit hanging off him like it belonged to someone else. One amber eye fixed on her. The other, black as a bruise, didn’t blink. His ivory-handled cane braced him upright, but his hand shook on the grip. “You’ve got five locks,” he said. His French carried a sharper edge than usual. “You still open like you expect flowers.” Rory’s throat tightened, then hardened. “You’ve got a nerve.” She kept her body in the gap, one hand on the door, the other curled into a fist by her hip. “How did you find Eva’s place?” “Open the door, Malphora.” Her childhood scar on her left wrist flared in her mind’s eye, crescent-white against skin. Not because he’d mentioned it, he hadn’t, but because he always noticed the wrong things and made them feel like secrets. “Don’t call me that.” He leaned closer. Something metallic stung her nostrils. Not perfume, not his usual expensive cologne. Blood. Fresh, hot, human, and underneath it, a darker tang like burnt coins. “Rory,” he corrected, softer. “Let me in.” Ptolemy chose that moment to appear between her ankles, tabby back arched, tail a bottle-brush. The cat hissed at Lucien like he recognised him. “Even the cat hates you,” Rory said. Lucien’s gaze dropped, a single precise glance. Ptolemy hissed again and retreated behind Rory’s calf, still glaring. “You always did keep excellent judges of character.” Rory’s pulse jumped as movement flickered in the stairwell behind him, a shadow that didn’t belong to either of them. “What did you bring with you?” Her voice came out steady, which felt like a small miracle. Lucien shifted his weight. The motion pulled his jacket open. Dark blood smeared his shirt near the ribs. Someone had cut him clean, not a brawl, not an accident. Deliberate. “Nothing you can’t handle,” he said, then his mouth tightened as if the words cost him. “Open. The. Door.” Rory didn’t move. “Last time I opened a door for you, I ended up in a basement off Whitechapel with a knife at my throat,” she said. “You told me it was a meeting. You left me there.” Lucien’s amber eye sharpened. “You walked out alive.” “Because I bit him and headbutted him.” Rory dug her nails into the wood. “Because I got lucky.” “I didn’t leave you,” he said. His voice dropped. “I bought you time.” Rory laughed once, humourless. “You always have a pretty way of saying it.” Another sound in the stairwell, closer, shoes on concrete, quick-quick-slow like someone listening between steps. Lucien’s hand tightened on the cane. The knuckles whitened. For a split second, his black eye seemed to swallow the light in the hall. “Rory,” he said, and this time he sounded like he meant it as a warning. “If you keep me out, they come in.” “They?” She didn’t ask because she wanted the answer. She asked because she heard the steps again, and her flat suddenly felt flimsy. Lucien’s mouth twisted. “People with no patience for locks.” Rory’s fingers slipped on the door edge. Eva’s three deadbolts suddenly felt like a joke, a child’s idea of safety. She opened the door wider and stepped back. Lucien moved fast for an injured man. He slid inside, cane first, body following like a blade. Rory slammed the door shut behind him and threw the bolts, one-two-three, the metal scraping home with a finality that didn’t soothe her at all. Lucien stood in the cramped entry, breathing through his nose. His suit smelled of smoke and blood and something else, a dry heat that didn’t belong in a London stairwell. “You’re bleeding on Eva’s floor,” Rory said. “Send her my apologies.” His gaze swept the flat in a single assessing pass, books stacked like barricades, scrolls draped over chairs, research notes pinned and scattered as if the walls themselves had been drafted into service. “Still living like you expect the world to end.” “I’m visiting.” Rory didn’t bother to add that she’d started using Eva’s place when her own flat felt too close to the bar downstairs, too easy for certain men to find her. “What happened to you?” Lucien’s jaw flexed. “I walked into a conversation I didn’t enjoy.” “That’s vague even for you.” “That’s survival for me.” Rory took a step closer. Up close, she saw the cut had soaked through layers, the crisp white shirt turned wine-dark at the seam. He held himself too straight, like pain had become a posture. His slicked-back platinum hair had come loose at the temple. One strand fell forward, obscene in its imperfection. “You need stitches,” she said. “I need silence.” His eyes locked on hers. “And I need you to stop looking at me like you’re about to slap me.” “I’m considering options.” His mouth lifted, not quite a smile. “You always did prefer practical decisions.” Ptolemy weaved round Rory’s ankles again, then darted forward and sniffed Lucien’s trouser leg. The cat sneezed and backed away, offended. “Sit,” Rory ordered. Lucien’s gaze flicked to the small sofa wedged under a bookcase. “On the sacrificial altar of paperbacks?” “Sit,” she repeated. “Or bleed standing up. I don’t care.” Lucien huffed a short laugh, then crossed the room with a measured limp. His cane tapped against the wooden floor, a crisp rhythm. He lowered himself onto the edge of the sofa, posture immaculate even as his breath caught. Rory moved towards Eva’s kitchenette, a narrow strip of counter crowded with jars of herbs, half-labelled tinctures, and a mortar stained with old powders. She yanked open a drawer and found what she needed by feel, not thought: first aid kit, small scissors, tape. Eva kept supplies like a paranoid librarian. When Rory turned back, Lucien watched her hands. “You’re in my flat,” she said. “You don’t get to stare like that.” “It’s not staring,” he said. “It’s appreciation.” Rory set the kit down hard on the coffee table, rattling a pile of notes. A sketch of a sigil slid off and fluttered to the floor. She didn’t pick it up. “You don’t appreciate people,” she said. “You appraise them.” Lucien’s tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek. “You want me to apologise.” “I want you to answer.” Rory crouched, close enough to smell him properly now. There was still the blood, still the smoke, and beneath it, something warm and wrong, like a candle guttering in a closed room. “Why are you here?” Lucien unbuttoned his jacket with one hand. His other hand stayed on the cane, as if letting go would allow the world to tilt. “Because you live above a bar,” he said. “Because your friend collects cursed artefacts like they’re postcards. Because your life intersects mine more than you admit.” “You’re avoiding.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m injured. Indulge me.” Rory snapped the scissors open. “Lift your arm.” Lucien did, slow. The movement pulled the wound open again. Blood welled, thick and dark. Rory’s stomach tightened, but she kept her face blank. She cut through fabric, careful not to slice skin. The shirt parted to reveal a clean line under his ribs, too precise for a random knife. The edges looked angry, not jagged. “Silver,” Rory said before she could stop herself. Lucien’s amber eye held hers. “You remember.” “I remember everything,” Rory said. She peeled on disposable gloves from Eva’s kit and pressed gauze to the cut. Lucien’s body went rigid at the contact, not from pain, from something else. His breath hitched, then steadied again under force. “You don’t touch strangers like that,” he said quietly. “We’re not strangers.” The words fell between them, heavy and intimate, and Rory hated how true they sounded. Lucien’s gaze dropped to her hands. “No.” Rory taped the gauze into place. His skin felt too warm under her gloves. “What did you do?” she asked. “What did I do?” Lucien echoed, the corners of his mouth sharpening. “That’s the old question.” Rory leaned in, close enough to see the faint gold flecks in his amber eye. “People don’t cut you with silver for sport, Lucien.” He stared back, unflinching. “They do when they want to see what spills out.” Rory’s gloved fingers paused. “And what does spill out?” Lucien’s black eye fixed on her, and for a moment she swore the air thickened, like the flat had shrunk around them. “Don’t,” he said. “Don’t what?” “Don’t bait me.” His voice roughened. “Not after you spent months pretending you didn’t care whether I existed.” Rory’s laugh came sharp. “You vanished.” “I stepped away,” he corrected. “You ran.” Lucien’s hand shot out, fast enough that Rory didn’t see it coming. He caught her wrist, just above the small crescent scar, and held her still. Not hard enough to bruise, hard enough to make a point. Rory froze. Her pulse hammered against his fingers. His touch sparked something ugly and bright in her chest. “You don’t get to rewrite me into a coward,” he said. Rory looked down at his hand on her wrist, at the way his thumb rested too close to her scar, as if he’d aimed for it. “Let go.” Lucien’s gaze flicked to her mouth. “Tell me you didn’t miss it.” Rory’s jaw clenched. “Miss what, the part where you used me as bait? The part where you fed me lines in four languages and expected me to call it romance?” Lucien leaned closer. His voice dropped low enough that it felt like it belonged against skin, not in air. “You were never bait,” he said. “You were leverage. You walked into rooms that would have killed you, and you smiled like you owned them. It made people sloppy.” Rory’s throat tightened. “So you watched.” “I watched,” he agreed, and the honesty hit harder than any excuse. “And I liked what I saw.” Rory’s fingers curled into the fabric of his ruined shirt. “You don’t get to like me from a distance.” Lucien’s grip loosened a fraction, but he didn’t let go. “Then stop standing so far away.” Rory’s breath caught. She hated how her body reacted first, leaning in by instinct, drawn to warmth and danger like a moth with a death wish. Ptolemy jumped up onto the arm of the sofa and yowled, a sharp protest that broke the spell. Rory blinked, and the flat snapped back into view, cluttered and too small for secrets. She pulled her wrist free. “You’re bleeding. That’s the only reason you’re still on this sofa.” Lucien’s mouth curved. “Such tenderness.” Rory tore open an antiseptic wipe. “You came here for more than bandages.” Lucien’s expression sharpened again, all charm stripped back to something colder. “Yes.” Rory waited. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, slow, controlled, like he knew she’d pounce if he moved wrong. He drew out a small object wrapped in black cloth and set it on the table between them. The cloth looked old. The knot looked new. Rory didn’t touch it. “What is that?” Lucien’s gaze didn’t leave her face. “A key.” “A key to what?” “To a door you’ve been circling since you arrived in London.” His voice softened, then tightened again. “And to the reason your ex found you, despite the name change, despite the distance.” Rory’s blood went cold. “Evan’s in London?” Lucien didn’t blink. “He never left.” Rory’s fingers curled against her palm until the gloves creaked. She kept her face steady through sheer spite. “You’re lying,” she said. Lucien’s amber eye flashed. “I don’t lie. I curate.” Rory leaned forward and snatched the black cloth bundle before he could stop her. The fabric felt oddly warm, as if it held heat. She untied it, quick fingers, and peeled it back. A key lay in her palm. Not brass, not steel. Bone-white, carved with tiny ridges that caught on her skin. Symbols ran down its length, too neat to be a random etching, too intimate to be mass-made. Rory looked up. “Where did you get this?” Lucien’s voice turned flat. “From a man who begged me to take it off his corpse.” Rory’s stomach tightened again. She forced herself to breathe through it. “Why give it to me?” Lucien leaned back, and pain flickered across his face before he smothered it. “Because they want it,” he said. “They followed me here for it. And because you’re the only person I trust to keep it out of their hands.” Rory stared at him. “You trust me.” Lucien’s mouth twitched, a bitter almost-smile. “Don’t look so offended.” A heavy thud hit the door. Eva’s three deadbolts shivered in their frame. Ptolemy shot off the sofa and vanished under a chair. Rory stood so fast the first aid kit toppled, bandages spilling across the floor. She moved to the door on instinct, hand hovering over the locks as if she could hold them closed by sheer will. Another thud. Harder. Lucien rose behind her with a hiss through his teeth, cane in hand. The air around him changed, heat curling close to his skin. “They found us,” Rory said. Lucien’s voice turned silk-smooth, the tone he used when he wanted people to do what he said without thinking. “Give me the key.” Rory’s fingers closed around the bone-white teeth. “No.” The door bucked again, and one of the deadbolts tore half out of the wood with a crack that sounded like a snapped bone. Lucien’s black eye gleamed. “Rory.” She backed away from the door, key clenched in her fist, and Lucien stepped in front of her, body angling to shield hers like he’d done it a hundred times in rooms full of predators. The third hit didn’t just shake the frame, it shattered the remaining bolt clean off, and the door swung inward on a splintering scream of wood.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags38
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"Rory crouched close [close]"
1"he said quietly [quietly]"
2"His voice softened then [then]"
dialogueSentences110
tagDensity0.345
leniency0.691
rawRatio0.079
effectiveRatio0.055
95.74% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2347
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count2
highlights
0"suddenly"
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)
57.39% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2347
totalAiIsms20
found
0
word"pulse"
count2
1
word"flickered"
count2
2
word"weight"
count1
3
word"silence"
count1
4
word"flicked"
count2
5
word"measured"
count1
6
word"fluttered"
count1
7
word"stomach"
count2
8
word"echoed"
count1
9
word"jaw clenched"
count1
10
word"warmth"
count1
11
word"tenderness"
count1
12
word"charm"
count1
13
word"etching"
count1
14
word"silk"
count1
15
word"shattered"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"flickered"
2"weight"
3"silence"
4"flicked"
5"measured"
6"fluttered"
7"stomach"
8"echoed"
9"jaw clenched"
10"warmth"
11"tenderness"
12"charm"
13"etching"
14"silk"
15"shattered"
33.33% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches3
maxInWindow3
found
0
label"blood ran cold"
count1
1
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
2
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"blood went cold"
1"eyes narrowed"
2"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences190
matches
0"looked angry"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences190
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences262
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2332
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions43
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
11.27% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions100
wordCount1730
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity2.77
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Moreau1
French1
Ptolemy5
Lucien38
Rory48
London1
Eva6
persons
0"Moreau"
1"French"
2"Ptolemy"
3"Lucien"
4"Rory"
5"Eva"
places
0"London"
globalScore0.113
windowScore0.167
4.17% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences120
glossingSentenceCount7
matches
0"felt like a small miracle"
1"sounded like he meant it as a warning"
2"felt like a joke, a child’s idea of saf"
3"not quite a smile"
4"as if letting go would allow the world to tilt"
5"felt like it belonged against skin, not"
6"sounded like a snapped bone"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2332
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences262
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"add that she’d"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs139
mean16.78
std11.97
cv0.713
sampleLengths
023
18
244
321
45
531
64
736
84
928
107
1124
127
1317
148
1520
1617
1730
1819
193
2035
218
2218
2313
2413
2515
2624
2723
2823
299
3020
318
3242
3330
347
3546
3636
3711
385
394
4053
415
4223
433
4413
4521
463
4717
4810
4939
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences190
matches
0"been drafted"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs331
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences262
ratio0
matches(empty)
88.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1745
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"crescent-white against skin."
1"quick-quick-slow like"
adverbCount65
adverbRatio0.03724928366762178
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.0040114613180515755
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences262
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences262
mean8.9
std6.55
cv0.736
sampleLengths
023
18
217
36
48
513
66
78
87
95
1025
116
124
1315
1421
154
163
175
187
191
2012
214
223
2315
249
257
267
2710
288
2920
3017
314
326
338
3411
351
3616
373
383
3924
4011
414
424
4314
444
456
463
474
484
499
44.66% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.24427480916030533
totalSentences262
uniqueOpeners64
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences163
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount48
totalSentences163
matches
0"His ivory-handled cane braced him"
1"His French carried a sharper"
2"She kept her body in"
3"Her childhood scar on her"
4"He leaned closer."
5"he corrected, softer"
6"Her voice came out steady,"
7"he said, then his mouth"
8"His voice dropped."
9"he said, and this time"
10"She didn’t ask because she"
11"She asked because she heard"
12"She opened the door wider"
13"He slid inside, cane first,"
14"His suit smelled of smoke"
15"His gaze swept the flat"
16"He held himself too straight,"
17"His slicked-back platinum hair had"
18"His eyes locked on hers"
19"His mouth lifted, not quite"
ratio0.294
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount150
totalSentences163
matches
0"The deadbolts clacked like teeth,"
1"Rory yanked it open on"
2"Lucien Moreau filled the doorway,"
3"The other, black as a"
4"His ivory-handled cane braced him"
5"His French carried a sharper"
6"Rory’s throat tightened, then hardened."
7"She kept her body in"
8"Her childhood scar on her"
9"He leaned closer."
10"Something metallic stung her nostrils."
11"he corrected, softer"
12"Ptolemy chose that moment to"
13"The cat hissed at Lucien"
14"Lucien’s gaze dropped, a single"
15"Ptolemy hissed again and retreated"
16"Rory’s pulse jumped as movement"
17"Her voice came out steady,"
18"Lucien shifted his weight."
19"The motion pulled his jacket"
ratio0.92
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences163
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences68
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Rory slammed the door shut behind him and threw the bolts, one-two-three, the metal scraping home with a finality that didn’t soothe her at all."
1"Rory looked down at his hand on her wrist, at the way his thumb rested too close to her scar, as if he’d aimed for it."
98.68% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags38
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"he corrected, softer"
1"Lucien echoed, the corners of his mouth sharpening"
95.45% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags28
fancyCount6
fancyTags
0"he corrected (correct)"
1"Rory didn’t (do)"
2"Rory ordered (order)"
3"she repeated (repeat)"
4"he corrected (correct)"
5"he agreed (agree)"
dialogueSentences110
tagDensity0.255
leniency0.509
rawRatio0.214
effectiveRatio0.109
77.6233%