Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0AZQW3XBDT8QPPFM0PB3M

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GPT-5.1
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1m 37s
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$0.056090
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OpenAI

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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>
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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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The chain caught on the second shove and snapped tight, jolting the door against Aurora's palm. She held it there, muscles locked, her breath harsh in the narrow gap. An eye stared back at her through the slice of space, one amber, one black, both calm in a way that made her stomach pitch. "Bonsoir, Laila." Lucien's voice slid in before she found her own. Low, smooth, that infuriating hint of a smile curling under the words. She slammed the door into the chain. "Wrong flat," she said. The eye did not move. "Eva's research tends to leave a… trail. You are not hard to find." Behind her, Ptolemy uttered a questioning chirp from the arm of the sofa, tail flicking. The curry house downstairs leaked cumin and frying oil through the floorboards, familiar and faintly nauseating. Aurora dug her fingers into the edge of the door until her knuckles burned. "You have three seconds to leave." "Trois seconds will not solve your problem." "I don't have a problem." "Then open the door and prove me wrong." She hated him most when he sounded patient. Aurora pressed her forehead to the cool wood for a heartbeat, eyes shut. Memory flashed hot and unwelcome, his hand fisted in the lapel of some Magister's coat, her own back against rain-slick brick, his breath rough against her mouth because he had just lied for her. Lied so well, someone had died. "Go away," she said. Wood creaked as he leaned his weight against it. "Evan Carter is in London." Her fingers slipped off the edge of the door. "Wrong name," she said, automatic, the words scraping out of some old groove. "Evan Hughes. And you are late, Frenchman. I left him months ago." "He did not leave you." Heat licked up her spine, ugly and familiar. Aurora stepped back from the door, teeth grinding. "Stop talking through my keyhole." She closed the gap again to slide off the chain, metal clinking, then yanked the door wide before she could change her mind. Lucien Moreau filled the threshold like a sin in a suit. Tailored charcoal, crisp white shirt open at the throat, the ivory handle of his cane resting light against two fingers. Platinum hair slicked back smooth. Those mismatched eyes swept over her once, slow, a catalogue and a calculation. He did not step in. Aurora folded her arms over her vest top and bare forearms and leaned on the doorframe. "You are not welcome here." He smiled with one corner of his mouth. "Then we are both intruders." "Meaning?" His gaze flicked past her shoulder into the cramped chaos of Eva's living room. Books stacked in tottering columns, scroll tubes rolling out from under the coffee table, maps pinned to the far wall with drawing pins and desperation. "You are hiding in someone else's mess," he said. "That is not your style." "Maybe I just like the cat." On cue, Ptolemy leapt down and padded up to sniff at Lucien's Italian leather. The cat head-butted the tip of the cane as if greeting an old acquaintance, then wrapped himself around Lucien's ankles in a shameless figure-eight. Traitor. Lucien lowered the cane so the ivory handle brushed over striped fur. "I see we remain popular with innocent creatures," he said. "You, come on, let me in." Aurora tilted her head. "Say please." His eyes narrowed the slightest amount. "Très bien. Please, Aurora Carter, let me in before your ex-boyfriend's hired ghoul across the street finds the courage to cross it." The words slid under her skin and left something cold. She snapped her head round to the front window. Brick Lane stretched below, neon signs and peeling paint, the smear of takeaway lights. People moved like loose beads on a string of pavement. No one looked up. "Second floor balcony," Lucien said, voice soft. "Left. He wears mirrors on his coat." She saw it then, a glint where no glint belonged. A shape that did not share the rhythm of the crowd. Damn him. Aurora stepped aside. "Inside. Now." Lucien swept in without thanks, the faint scent of expensive cologne cutting through curry and old paper. She shut the door, shot all three deadbolts home in quick succession, then turned. He had already crossed to the middle of the room as if he owned it, cane hooked over the back of Eva's one decent chair. He stood there, fingertips resting on the chair back, eyes tracking the walls, the stacks, the scribbled notes on demon physiology and legal loopholes. The half-demon in the occultist's flat. It should have been funny. "How long has he been watching?" she said. "Long enough." "For you to stroll upstairs and knock?" "For me to settle my bill downstairs, walk up, and knock, yes." "You were eating?" "Golden Empress delivers slowly when the restaurant fills with hipsters." She frowned. "Yu-Fei sent you up?" "Yu-Fei does not send anyone. She mentioned a 'skinny courier with sharp eyes hiding with the witch on Brick Lane' and asked me to take my business to the bar instead of her staff room. I followed the smell of cheap ballpoint to your friend's door." He said it all as if describing a mild inconvenience, but he had chosen the pronoun carefully. Your friend. Not ours. "Eva's not a witch," Aurora said. "She is a researcher. And she is not here." "I had noticed." He let go of the chair and looked at her properly for the first time. No coat, no armour, no lingering stink of whatever dark place they had last crawled out of together. She wore ripped black jeans, socks with tiny foxes, and a faded Cardiff University hoodie with the hem cut off. Her hair, straight and black, fell around her face in careless lines, a few strands stuck to her cheek. His gaze snagged on the crescent scar at her wrist where it peeked from her sleeve. "Show me," he said. Her hand curled into a fist. "No." "The mark." "There is no mark." "Aurora." She hated the way her name sounded from his mouth. Softened, stretched, as if it belonged in a different language altogether. She lifted her chin instead of her sleeve. "I told you, I left him. Months ago. I blocked his number, changed my flat, my job. He has nothing." "He has your blood." She laughed, short and sharp. "He barely had my time." Lucien stepped closer, close enough that whatever he wore hit her senses like smoke and citrus. His voice dropped. "You think he did not keep a strand of hair, a skin cell under a nail, a little blood from that cut when he smashed the kitchen glass?" Her stomach dipped. The picture flashed precise and bright. Shards in the sink, red dripping from her palm, Evan saying nothing as he fetched a plaster and silently wrapped her hand. "I see it in your face," Lucien said. "He kept something. And then he sold it. Men like him, they treat obsession as a commodity when fear touches the wallet." She swallowed. "Sold it to who." Lucien's gaze flicked down to her wrist again, then back to her eyes. "To my father's people." Silence thickened, damp and cloying. She stepped back. "No." "Yes." "I thought Avaros did not deal with human trash." "Avaros deals with appetite. Trash burns as well as silk." Her head shook before she meant it to. "This is you. Your world. Your father. How convenient that it all comes back to you." He took the hit and did not flinch. "I did not sell you." "You lied for me last time and three people ended up dead. Forgive me if your honesty rating sits low on my list." He watched her, expression unreadable, then nodded once, as if he accepted the blow and filed it. "Last time, you walked away," he said. "You said, and I quote, 'If I see you again, Lucien, I will use that fancy cane to redecorate your face.'" "You remember the important things." "Not the important one." "What important one?" "What you did not say after you kissed me." Heat flooded her cheeks before she caught it. He saw. Of course he saw. "I told you," she said, voice flat, "that kiss was a mistake." "You said that. You did not say you did not want more." Ptolemy chose that moment to leap up onto the coffee table and bat a fountain pen off the edge, as if punctuating the sentence. It hit the floor with a crack, ink bleeding in a purple starburst. "It does not matter what I wanted," she said. "You chose your side. This is not my world." "You are standing in a miniature library of infernal contracts." "This is Eva's." "And yet here you are." He moved closer again, another step, then another, so the distance between them shrank to a handspan. She could see herself reflected small and distorted in the black of his left eye. "Let me see your wrist," he said. "No." "Laila." The old nickname slipped out, unguarded. The one he used when his guard dropped in Marseille, in that ruined chapel where they had argued about saints and sinners until he pushed her against a cracked stone pillar and swallowed the end of the argument with his mouth. Her fingers trembled. She hated that he could still reach that part of her with a few syllables. He did not wait for consent this time. His hand closed around her forearm, cool and firm, and he shoved back the stretched cuff of her hoodie. The crescent scar gleamed pale. Around it, faint as breath on glass, lines glowed. A sigil, thin and sharp, coiled around the old mark like wire. Aurora stared. "I did not have that this morning." "Then someone moved fast." His thumb brushed along the edge of the glowing lines. It tingled, a hot prickle that shot up her arm and bloomed in her chest. She jerked, breath hissing. "Do not touch it." "It recognises me," he said quietly. "I am not interested in your family reunions." "This is not Avaros work." She blinked. "You just said your father's people." "I said he bought the right to hunt you. That does not mean he cast this." "Clarify before I throw something at your head." The corner of his mouth twitched. "As you wish. My father paid a human contractor for a spell. A leash. The contractor took shortcuts. This sigil is cheap. Sloppy. See the break at the curve? That leaves space." "Space for what," she said. "Interference." He was still holding her wrist. She could feel the callus on his index finger where he gripped his cane, the steady strength in his grip. The glow pulsed once, faintly, in time with her heart. "So fix it," she said. "You are the demon half-blood with all the clever tricks. Do that little Latin thing, wave your cane, go poof." His eyes held hers for a long beat. "It is French, for a start," he said. "And if I interfere, my father will feel it. He will know exactly where you are." "And if you do not?" "He will know eventually. When he pulls the chain." Her mouth dried. "Meaning?" Lucien's thumb resumed its slow path over the sigil, as if he could learn it by touch alone. "Meaning he finds you, Aurora. And he makes you a better offer than Evan ever did." "I am not for sale." He laughed softly, no humour in it. "Everyone is for sale in Avaros. The price simply varies." His hand tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her he could. "He wants you because you walked away from a contract," Lucien said. "Humans who walk fascinate him. It is an insult he does not often suffer." "I never signed anything." "You loved someone who thought he did." A bitter taste flooded her tongue. "Do not call that love." "Then call it what you like. Obsession, delusion, need. It tastes the same to him. You are a curiosity. A story he wants to finish.” She yanked her hand back and he let it go, fingers lingering a fraction too long. The air felt colder where his skin had been. "What exactly do you want, Lucien?" she said. "Because so far I have: ruin my evening, inform me my abusive ex sold me to your hell-realm relatives, critique the quality of the curse, and touch me without asking. That list does not include a solution." He smiled at the word evening, a faint flash of teeth. "I want to keep you alive," he said. She snorted. "Since when." "Since you chose not to walk away last time." She stared. "In Marseille," he said. "You could have left when you saw what the Magister planned. You stayed and you lied with me. You dirtied your hands instead of washing them clean. That… endeared you." "You speak as if I did it for you." "You did it for the girl in the cellar. Which makes you statistically unique in my line of work." Her throat felt tight. She looked away, at the mess of papers, at Ptolemy now curled on top of a stack of grimoires as if on a throne. "Your father wants me," she said slowly. "Your father's people tagged me. You know how to break it, but if you do, he comes faster." "Oui." "And you still came here. Why?" He stepped into her line of sight again, crowding it. "Because I have a counter-contract," he said. "One that detours his claim through me." Her skin prickled. "Explain detour." "If he pulls the chain and finds you under my protection, he must negotiate. The rules of Avaros bind him, as they bind me." She folded her arms again, more for something to cling to than any real defence. "So I go from being Evan's obsession to your bargaining chip." "Ma chère, you already are my bargaining chip. I am simply upgrading you to leverage." "That is not an improvement." "It means I must keep you breathing." His voice roughened on the last word, just a trace, enough for a different layer to slip through. Not just obligation. Something else. He knew she heard it. She saw the flicker of annoyance at himself in his eyes. "Of course," she said lightly, "this would be easier if I trusted you." "Trust is not required. Only proximity." He stepped closer again. The space between them vanished until her back hit Eva's cluttered bookcase. A spine dug between her shoulder blades. His hand came up beside her head, braced on a stack of occult encyclopaedias, caging her in. Proximity. Her pulse thudded. His heterochromatic gaze dropped to her mouth, then rose again. "Say yes," he said. "To what exactly?" "To my protection. To my rules. To staying close enough that if my father tugs on his leash, he feels my teeth." "Tidy image." "Avaros understands teeth." She could smell him now, under the cologne. Something metallic and burnt, like old coins on a radiator. Wrong and magnetic. "And your rules are what," she said. "Obey the Frenchman, no questions asked?" "Ask all the questions you like. Obey when it matters." She laughed. "You forget who I am." "I remember too well." His free hand brushed her hair back from her face, knuckles trailing along her jaw. The contact stole the amusement straight out of her lungs. His touch felt careful, as if he handled a weapon with a mind of its own. "Last time," he said, voice low, "I let you walk. I told myself it was noble. Humane. Tonight, I find you marked in another sorcerer's flat with a ghoul on the balcony and my father's scent in your skin." "You did not put this on me," she said. "Do not act as if this is about your conscience." "It is about what belongs in my world and what does not." His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, a deliberate mirror of the way he had wiped blood there once, from a cut lip after a fight in some alley. Her breath hitched, traitor body arching that tiny fraction toward him. His eyes darkened. "You should hate me," he said. "It would be easier." "I do." "Not enough." Her hands, traitor things, had found the lapels of his suit at some point and held on. Fine wool under her fingers, warm from his body. She did not remember reaching, she only knew she had. "Say yes," he repeated. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Words lined up in her throat, brittle and sharp, all the reasons she should spit in his face, throw him out, take her chances with whatever lurked downstairs. Another sound cut across them. A low scrape. Nails, or something like them, on glass. Aurora's head jerked to the side. The single window over the tiny dining table juddered in its frame. Frost spiderwebbed across the inside surface, spreading fast, etching patterns like hungry veins over cheap glass. Lucien's hand dropped from her face to his cane in one smooth movement. "He should not move this fast," he said softly. The frost thickened, then bulged. The glass bowed inward, groaning. A hairline crack skated from corner to centre. Ptolemy woke, ears flattening, fur puffed, a low growl starting deep in his chest. Aurora pushed off the bookcase, fingers snatching for the first heavy object her hand found, an old brass candlestick sticky with wax. The crack split wide. Something black pushed through, like a hand made of smoke and glass shards. It clawed down the inside of the pane, searching. Lucien shifted, putting himself between her and the window, cane angled. Aurora lifted the candlestick, pulse roaring in her ears, as the first inhuman eye peered through the spreading hole and fixed on her with a hungry, unnatural light.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags32
adverbTagCount4
adverbTags
0"he said quietly [quietly]"
1"she said slowly [slowly]"
2"she said lightly [lightly]"
3"he said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences144
tagDensity0.222
leniency0.444
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.056
89.99% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2996
totalAiIsmAdverbs6
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count2
1
adverb"carefully"
count1
2
adverb"softly"
count2
3
adverb"lightly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"carefully"
2"softly"
3"lightly"
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)
64.95% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2996
totalAiIsms21
found
0
word"stomach"
count2
1
word"familiar"
count2
2
word"weight"
count1
3
word"flicked"
count2
4
word"glint"
count2
5
word"silence"
count1
6
word"silk"
count1
7
word"unreadable"
count1
8
word"trembled"
count1
9
word"could feel"
count1
10
word"pulsed"
count1
11
word"flicker"
count1
12
word"pulse"
count2
13
word"magnetic"
count1
14
word"etching"
count1
15
word"roaring"
count1
highlights
0"stomach"
1"familiar"
2"weight"
3"flicked"
4"glint"
5"silence"
6"silk"
7"unreadable"
8"trembled"
9"could feel"
10"pulsed"
11"flicker"
12"pulse"
13"magnetic"
14"etching"
15"roaring"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences192
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences192
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences304
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2987
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions55
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Shards in the sink, red dripping from her palm, Evan saying nothing as he fetched a plaster and silently wrapped her han…"
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions45
wordCount1812
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity0.77
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Aurora12
Ptolemy5
Magister1
Wood1
Heat2
Moreau1
Eva3
Lucien14
Italian1
Lane1
Cardiff1
University1
Evan1
Marseille1
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Magister"
3"Wood"
4"Heat"
5"Moreau"
6"Eva"
7"Lucien"
8"Evan"
places
0"Lane"
1"Cardiff"
2"Marseille"
globalScore1
windowScore0.833
64.53% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences117
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"as if greeting an old acquaintance, then wrapped himself around Lucien's ankles in a shameless figure-eight"
1"as if describing a mild inconvenience, but he had chosen the pronoun carefully"
2"as if punctuating the sentence"
3"something like them, on glass"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2987
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences304
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"hated that he"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs224
mean13.33
std12.11
cv0.908
sampleLengths
016
138
22
321
47
54
65
713
831
914
106
117
125
138
148
1553
164
179
185
199
2025
215
2216
235
2423
2549
265
2716
285
298
305
311
3239
3314
346
3538
361
3712
3816
394
402
416
4222
4310
4437
4514
4621
472
483
492
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences192
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs314
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences304
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1816
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"against rain-slick brick,"
adverbCount63
adverbRatio0.034691629955947136
lyAdverbCount12
lyAdverbRatio0.006607929515418502
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences304
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences304
mean9.83
std7.56
cv0.769
sampleLengths
016
113
225
32
49
512
67
74
85
913
1015
1116
1214
136
147
155
168
178
1813
1934
206
214
229
235
249
2513
2612
275
288
298
305
3123
3211
3320
345
3513
365
3716
385
398
405
411
4214
4325
449
455
466
4714
4824
491
47.70% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.3157894736842105
totalSentences304
uniqueOpeners96
21.65% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences154
matches
0"Of course he saw."
ratio0.006
20.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount77
totalSentences154
matches
0"She held it there, muscles"
1"She slammed the door into"
2"She hated him most when"
3"Her fingers slipped off the"
4"she said, automatic, the words"
5"She closed the gap again"
6"He did not step in."
7"He smiled with one corner"
8"His gaze flicked past her"
9"His eyes narrowed the slightest"
10"She snapped her head round"
11"She saw it then, a"
12"She shut the door, shot"
13"He had already crossed to"
14"He stood there, fingertips resting"
15"It should have been funny."
16"He said it all as"
17"He let go of the"
18"She wore ripped black jeans,"
19"Her hair, straight and black,"
ratio0.5
5.45% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount140
totalSentences154
matches
0"The chain caught on the"
1"She held it there, muscles"
2"An eye stared back at"
3"Lucien's voice slid in before"
4"She slammed the door into"
5"The eye did not move."
6"The curry house downstairs leaked"
7"Aurora dug her fingers into"
8"She hated him most when"
9"Aurora pressed her forehead to"
10"Memory flashed hot and unwelcome,"
11"Wood creaked as he leaned"
12"Her fingers slipped off the"
13"she said, automatic, the words"
14"Heat licked up her spine,"
15"Aurora stepped back from the"
16"She closed the gap again"
17"Lucien Moreau filled the threshold"
18"Platinum hair slicked back smooth."
19"Those mismatched eyes swept over"
ratio0.909
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences154
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences81
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The cat head-butted the tip of the cane as if greeting an old acquaintance, then wrapped himself around Lucien's ankles in a shameless figure-eight."
1"He said it all as if describing a mild inconvenience, but he had chosen the pronoun carefully."
2"Softened, stretched, as if it belonged in a different language altogether."
3"She looked away, at the mess of papers, at Ptolemy now curled on top of a stack of grimoires as if on a throne."
78.13% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags32
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"Lucien said, voice soft"
1"she said, voice flat,"
2"he said, voice low,"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags32
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"he repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences144
tagDensity0.222
leniency0.444
rawRatio0.031
effectiveRatio0.014
82.3242%