Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0NM5R2NDVSF4W27BQFJ4V

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2m 12s
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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>
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 pounding on her door came at half past midnight. "Open up, Rory. I know you're in there." Aurora froze, coffee mug halfway to her lips. That voice. Smooth as aged whiskey, with just enough French accent to make her name sound like poetry. Three years of silence, and Lucien Moreau chose tonight to resurrect himself. "Go away." "Non. We need to talk." "We needed to talk three years ago. That ship sailed." "Aurora." The way he said it made her chest tighten. "S'il te plaît." She set down her mug with deliberate care. The Legal Methods textbook on her kitchen table mocked her with its highlighted passages. Tomorrow's exam suddenly seemed irrelevant. The pounding resumed. "Christ." She yanked open the door. "What?" Lucien stood in her hallway like he'd stepped out of a magazine spread. Charcoal suit immaculate despite the late hour. Platinum hair slicked back. The ivory-handled cane in his left hand caught the dim light. "You look well." His mismatched eyes tracked over her Cardiff University hoodie and paint-stained joggers. "Domestic life suits you." "You have thirty seconds." "Evan knows where you are." The name hit like ice water. Aurora's hand tightened on the doorframe. "That's impossible. I was careful." "Not careful enough." Lucien shifted his weight, and she caught the subtle wince. Whatever had happened to his leg hadn't improved. "May I?" She stepped aside. He moved past her, bringing the scent of expensive cologne and something darker. Sulfur. Magic. "Tea? Coffee? Holy water?" "Amusing." He settled into her armchair like he belonged there. "Though I wouldn't refuse coffee." "You'll get tap water and like it." She filled a glass, watching him survey her flat. His gaze lingered on the legal textbooks, the delivery uniform draped over a chair, the deadbolt she'd installed last week. "Running again, chérie?" "Building a life. There's a difference." "Is there?" He accepted the water with a nod. "Same city. Same patterns. Same tendency to collect strays." "If you're here to critique my life choices—" "I'm here because Evan hired someone. Someone good." Aurora sank onto her sofa. The cushions still held warmth from where she'd been studying. "How long do I have?" "A week. Perhaps two if the finder gets distracted." Lucien set down his glass untouched. "He's offering fifty thousand for your location." "Fifty—" She laughed, sharp and bitter. "I'm flattered. Last time it was only twenty." "Inflation, ma belle. Even vindictive ex-boyfriends feel the pinch." "Don't." The warning came out harder than intended. "Don't you dare ma belle me. Not after—" "After what? After you chose him?" "I didn't choose anyone. I was twenty-two and stupid and thought I could have a normal life." "With a man who collected you like art?" Lucien's heterochromatic eyes glinted. "At least I never pretended to be something I wasn't." "No, you just failed to mention the whole half-demon thing until I walked in on you eating someone's soul." "It was barely a nibble. And he was trying to kill you." "Details." They stared at each other across her coffee table. The fridge hummed. Somewhere below, a couple argued in Welsh. "Why warn me?" Aurora pulled her knees to her chest. "What's your angle?" "Perhaps I enjoy thwarting Evan's plans. Professional courtesy between dealers in human misery." "Try again." Lucien's fingers drummed against his cane's handle. "You still wear it." Her hand flew to her throat. The pendant hung beneath her hoodie, silver warm against her skin. "Habit." "Liar." "Fine. It's useful. Demon wards come in handy in London." "It only works because I made it for you." He leaned forward. "Because part of me is literally woven into the metal. Every time you touch it, I know." Heat crept up her neck. "You never mentioned that part." "You never asked." "I'm asking now. Why are you really here?" He stood with practiced ease, crossing to her window. The city sprawled below, lights bleeding into low clouds. "The finder Evan hired. It's Nathaniel Cross." Aurora's blood chilled. "The Bloodhound?" "C'est ça. Once he has your scent, he doesn't stop. Ever." "So I run. I've done it before." "Where? Cardiff? He'll track you there in days. Dublin? Your father's contacts won't hide you from him. Face facts, chérie. Your options are limited." "I'll figure something out." "Or." Lucien turned, silhouetted against the window. "You could accept my help." "Your help comes with a price. Always has." "Everything has a price. The question is whether you can afford not to pay it." Aurora unfolded from the sofa, needing to move. Her flat felt too small with him in it. "What are you proposing?" "Protection. A safe house even Cross can't find. New identity if needed." "In exchange for?" "A favor. To be determined." "Absolutely not. I'm not signing a blank check for your underground dealing." "Then enjoy explaining to Cross why you're not Evan's property." He moved toward the door. "I'm sure he'll be quite understanding." "Wait." The word escaped before she could stop it. Lucien paused, hand on the doorknob. "Define protection." "My flat. My rules. Complete invisibility from both human and supernatural tracking." "Your flat." She laughed. "Right. Because living with you worked so well last time." "Last time you weren't running for your life." "Last time you weren't eating souls in the kitchen." "One soul. Singular. And he deserved it." Lucien faced her fully. "I've changed my diet since then. Mostly." "Reassuring." "Aurora." Her name on his lips still did things to her resolve. "I'm offering you a chance to stop running. To finish your degree. To build that normal life you wanted." "Nothing about you is normal." "No. But I can give you space to find it." She thought of Evan. Of the bruises that had taken weeks to fade. Of promises whispered in the dark that turned to threats in daylight. Of the night she'd finally run, Eva's voice on the phone guiding her to Kings Cross station. "What's to stop you from collecting on this favor immediately?" "My word." "Your word." "Has it ever failed you?" She wanted to say yes. Wanted to throw his abandonment in his face. But even at his worst, Lucien had never lied to her. Omitted, certainly. Misdirected, absolutely. But never outright lied. "I keep my own room. No sharing spaces after midnight. No surprise soul-eating." "Agreed." "I continue my job. My studies. My life." "Of course." "And when Cross is dealt with, I leave. No questions. No pursuit." Something flickered in his amber eye. "If that's what you want." "It is." "Then we have an accord." He extended his hand. "Shall we shake on it?" Aurora stared at his palm. Three years ago, she'd known every line. Every callus. Every place that made him shiver when touched. "This is strictly business." "Naturellement." She took his hand. Power sparked between them, sharp and electric. The pendant at her throat grew hot. "When?" "Now would be advisable. Cross landed at Heathrow two hours ago." "Now? I have an exam tomorrow." "Which you'll fail if Cross finds you tonight." Valid point. Aurora released his hand, already regretting this decision. "Ten minutes to pack." "Take twenty. I'll ward your door." She fled to her bedroom, throwing clothes into a duffel. The irony wasn't lost on her. Three years of building a life, gone in twenty minutes. At least this time she was choosing her refuge. Through the thin wall, she heard Lucien murmuring in French. The air grew thick with power. Whatever he was doing, it felt different from before. Stronger. Darker. She emerged to find strange symbols glowing faintly on her doorframe. "Insurance," he explained. "If Cross comes here, he'll find nothing but empty air." "And my landlord?" "Will remember you paid through the month and left no forwarding address." "Convenient." "I excel at convenient." He took her bag without asking. "Ready?" Aurora looked around her flat one last time. At the life she'd built. The normalcy she'd craved. All about to vanish again. "No. But let's go anyway." They descended the narrow stairs in silence. Outside, London drizzled half-heartedly. Lucien produced an umbrella from nowhere, holding it over her. "Still doing the impossible, I see." "Only the improbable. The impossible takes planning." A sleek black car waited at the kerb. No driver visible. "Self-driving?" "In a manner of speaking." He opened her door. "Georges prefers to remain insubstantial during working hours." "Georges the ghost chauffeur. Of course." She slid onto leather seats that probably cost more than her annual rent. Lucien followed, settling beside her with careful precision. "Where exactly is this safe house?" "Kensington. You'll find it adequate." "Kensington. Bloody hell, Luc." The nickname slipped out unbidden. His smile turned predatory. "I've missed that." "Don't." "Three years, Aurora. You can't expect me to pretend they didn't happen." "Watch me." The car pulled into traffic with supernatural smoothness. London blurred past, all rain-slicked streets and blinking lights. Aurora found herself stealing glances at Lucien's profile. A new scar traced his jaw. His hands bore marks that hadn't existed before. "What happened to your leg?" "Occupational hazard." "Which occupation? The soul-dealing or the supernatural fixing?" "Yes." "You're impossible." "We've established I'm merely improbable." Despite everything, her lips twitched. "I hate you." "No." He turned those mismatched eyes on her. "You hate that you don't hate me. There's a significant difference." Before she could respond, the car turned onto a tree-lined street. Elegant townhouses rose on either side, all white facades and black iron railings. It stopped before one with a discrete brass plaque. "Number thirty-seven." Lucien exited first, scanning the street with practiced paranoia. "Quickly now." The rain had intensified. Aurora darted for the covered entrance while Lucien managed the locks. Seven different mechanisms clicked open. "Paranoid much?" "Alive much." He ushered her inside. "Welcome to your temporary salvation." The entrance hall took her breath away. Marble floors. Crystal chandelier. A staircase that belonged in a period drama. "This is your flat?" "One of them." He hung her coat with careful precision. "I'll show you to your room." They climbed to the second floor. Oil paintings watched their progress. Not prints. Originals. "Here." He opened a door to reveal a bedroom larger than her entire flat. "En suite through there. The wardrobe should have basics in your size." "Should have— You planned this." "I plan everything. Hazard of the bloodline." Aurora set down her bag, overwhelmed. "This is too much." "This is survival." His voice softened. "I know you hate accepting help. Especially mine. But Cross isn't some mundane skip tracer. He's killed three people this year alone." "Under contract?" "Does it matter? Dead is dead." She sank onto the bed. Egyptian cotton whispered beneath her fingers. "What happens now?" "Now you sleep. Tomorrow we discuss strategy." "Strategy." "For keeping you alive. For dealing with Evan permanently. For whatever comes after." "There is no after, Luc. I'm here until the threat passes. Then I'm gone." "If you say so." He moved to the door, then paused. "Aurora?" "Yeah?" "It's good to see you again. Even like this." The door clicked shut before she could respond. Aurora fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere in London, a supernatural bounty hunter was tracking her scent. Her ex-boyfriend had put a price on her head. And she'd just moved in with the half-demon who'd broken her heart three years ago. The pendant at her throat pulsed with warmth. "Brilliant life choices, Rory," she muttered. "Really stellar judgment." Thunder rolled across London. In the morning, she'd figure out how to survive this. How to finish her degree. How to keep her heart locked away from Lucien's particular brand of temptation. Tonight, she just needed to breathe. The bed was ridiculously comfortable. The sheets smelled of lavender and something indefinably Lucien. Aurora kicked off her trainers, not bothering to change. Through the wall, she heard movement. A door closing. The distinctive tap of his cane on hardwood. Three years. Three years of rebuilding herself. Of pretending she didn't jump at shadows that might hold amber and black eyes. Of ignoring the way her pendant warmed whenever she passed certain parts of the city. Now he was one room away. Close enough to touch. Far enough to maintain the illusion of distance. Aurora pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it. The sound had barely died when her door flew open. Lucien stood there, power crackling around him like static. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Just… processing." "You screamed." "Into a pillow. It's therapeutic." The power faded. He leaned against her doorframe, and she caught that wince again. "How bad is it? Your leg?" "Manageable." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one you're getting tonight." He straightened. "Do you need anything?" You, her traitorous heart whispered. I need you to tell me why you left. Why you're back. Why you still look at me like I'm worth saving. "I'm fine." "Liar." "Pot, meet kettle." They stared at each other across the threshold. The house settled around them, all creaking wood and whispered secrets. "Goodnight, Aurora." "Night, Luc." This time when he left, she heard the locks engage. Not on her door — on his. Whatever had happened to him in three years, it had left more than physical scars. Aurora changed into the silk pajamas she found in the wardrobe. They fit perfectly. Of course they did. Lucien had always been meticulous about details. She slipped between sheets that probably cost more than most people's rent and tried not to think about whose bed she was in. About deals made with devils. About prices yet to be paid. Lightning illuminated her window. In the brief flash, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Dark hair tangled. Blue eyes wide. Hand clutched around a pendant that bound her to a man she couldn't quite quit. "What have you gotten yourself into, Rory?" Thunder answered. Outside, London's supernatural underbelly stirred to life. Somewhere, Nathaniel Cross was hunting. Somewhere, Evan waited for news of her capture. And one room away, Lucien Moreau made plans she probably didn't want to know about. Aurora closed her eyes and prepared for a sleepless night. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. New dangers. New reasons to regret this choice. But tonight? Tonight, for the first time in three years, she felt inexplicably safe. The pendant pulsed once more against her skin. Through the wall came the soft tap of a cane on wood. Pacing. Planning. Protecting, perhaps. Thunder rolled again, closer now. Aurora let it carry her toward uneasy dreams, where amber and black eyes watched from every shadow, and promises made in desperation always came due.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences178
tagDensity0.163
leniency0.326
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.81% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2453
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count2
2
adverb"quickly"
count1
3
adverb"perfectly"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"really"
2"quickly"
3"perfectly"
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)
51.08% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2453
totalAiIsms24
found
0
word"pounding"
count2
1
word"silence"
count2
2
word"weight"
count1
3
word"warmth"
count2
4
word"practiced ease"
count1
5
word"chilled"
count1
6
word"determined"
count1
7
word"absolutely"
count2
8
word"resolve"
count1
9
word"flickered"
count1
10
word"electric"
count1
11
word"normalcy"
count1
12
word"traced"
count1
13
word"scanning"
count1
14
word"marble"
count1
15
word"crystal"
count1
16
word"pulsed"
count2
17
word"comfortable"
count1
18
word"silk"
count1
highlights
0"pounding"
1"silence"
2"weight"
3"warmth"
4"practiced ease"
5"chilled"
6"determined"
7"absolutely"
8"resolve"
9"flickered"
10"electric"
11"normalcy"
12"traced"
13"scanning"
14"marble"
15"crystal"
16"pulsed"
17"comfortable"
18"silk"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences202
matches
0"d with warmth"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences202
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"happened to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences350
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen25
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2442
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions19
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions73
wordCount1449
uniqueNames20
maxNameDensity1.45
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
French2
Lucien21
Moreau2
Legal1
Methods1
Cardiff1
University1
Aurora18
Welsh1
Heat1
Evan2
Eva1
Kings1
Cross2
London5
Thunder3
You1
Nathaniel1
Three5
Through3
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Aurora"
3"Heat"
4"Evan"
5"Eva"
6"Cross"
7"Thunder"
8"You"
9"Nathaniel"
places
0"French"
1"Cardiff"
2"Welsh"
3"Kings"
4"London"
5"Three"
globalScore0.775
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences125
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"quite quit"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2442
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences350
matches
0"caught that wince"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs205
mean11.91
std9.8
cv0.822
sampleLengths
010
18
238
32
45
510
613
727
83
97
1035
1119
124
135
1412
155
1623
1718
184
1915
207
2129
223
236
2418
258
268
2715
285
2922
3014
319
3216
336
3417
3522
3619
3712
381
3919
4013
4113
422
4311
4417
451
461
4710
4829
4910
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences202
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs269
matches
0"was choosing"
1"was doing"
2"was tracking"
3"was hunting"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount1
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences350
ratio0.003
matches
0"Not on her door — on his."
92.89% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1454
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"all rain-slicked streets"
adverbCount60
adverbRatio0.04126547455295736
lyAdverbCount16
lyAdverbRatio0.011004126547455296
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences350
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences350
mean6.98
std4.34
cv0.622
sampleLengths
010
18
28
32
416
512
62
75
810
910
103
118
1214
135
143
156
161
1713
187
194
2011
2115
224
234
245
256
266
275
2813
298
302
313
3213
331
341
354
3610
375
387
399
4020
413
426
439
449
458
468
475
4810
495
69.81% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats19
diversityRatio0.4514285714285714
totalSentences350
uniqueOpeners158
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences178
matches
0"Somewhere below, a couple argued"
1"At least this time she"
2"Somewhere in London, a supernatural"
3"Of course they did."
4"Somewhere, Nathaniel Cross was hunting."
5"Somewhere, Evan waited for news"
ratio0.034
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount45
totalSentences178
matches
0"She set down her mug"
1"She yanked open the door"
2"His mismatched eyes tracked over"
3"She stepped aside."
4"He moved past her, bringing"
5"He settled into her armchair"
6"She filled a glass, watching"
7"His gaze lingered on the"
8"He accepted the water with"
9"She laughed, sharp and bitter"
10"They stared at each other"
11"Her hand flew to her"
12"He leaned forward"
13"He stood with practiced ease,"
14"Her flat felt too small"
15"He moved toward the door"
16"Her name on his lips"
17"She thought of Evan."
18"She wanted to say yes."
19"He extended his hand"
ratio0.253
97.64% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount129
totalSentences178
matches
0"The pounding on her door"
1"Aurora froze, coffee mug halfway"
2"The way he said it"
3"She set down her mug"
4"The Legal Methods textbook on"
5"Tomorrow's exam suddenly seemed irrelevant."
6"The pounding resumed."
7"She yanked open the door"
8"Lucien stood in her hallway"
9"Charcoal suit immaculate despite the"
10"Platinum hair slicked back."
11"The ivory-handled cane in his"
12"His mismatched eyes tracked over"
13"The name hit like ice"
14"Aurora's hand tightened on the"
15"Lucien shifted his weight, and"
16"Whatever had happened to his"
17"She stepped aside."
18"He moved past her, bringing"
19"He settled into her armchair"
ratio0.725
56.18% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences178
matches
0"Before she could respond, the"
1"Now he was one room"
ratio0.011
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences46
technicalSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"She laughed (laugh)"
1"She laughed (laugh)"
2"he explained (explain)"
3"she muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences178
tagDensity0.028
leniency0.056
rawRatio0.8
effectiveRatio0.045
94.1359%