Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8MZXR1J5K8RRWT4H23467

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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 door creaked open before the lock could even click. A gust of cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain-slicked pavement and the faint metallic tang of something older—something that clung to the edges of memory like cobwebs. The flat’s dim bulb flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across the worn linoleum. Rory’s fingers tightened around the handle, her pulse hammering in her throat. She knew that scent. Knew the way it curled around her ribs and made her skin prickle, even after all this time. “You’re late.” The voice was smooth, layered with something sharper beneath—like a blade wrapped in silk. Rory’s breath hitched. She hadn’t heard it in months. Years, if she was honest. But she’d never forget the way it could make her bones turn to liquid just by saying her name. She turned. Lucien Moreau stood in the doorway, his tailored charcoal suit rumpled at the shoulders, the ivory cane tucked under his arm like it was nothing more than an afterthought. His platinum blond hair was slightly dishevelled, as if he’d run his fingers through it too many times in the last hour. One amber eye locked onto hers, the other black, unreadable. The amber one flickered with something that wasn’t quite amusement. “You always were terrible at following instructions,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. The door swung shut behind him with a quiet *thud*, sealing them in. Rory’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. “What the hell are you doing here?” Lucien’s lips quirked, just slightly. “I told you I’d be back.” “You didn’t tell me *when*.” “Neither did you tell me you’d start working for Cheung’s delivery service.” His gaze slid past her, taking in the flat—her bike helmet leaning against the wall, the takeout boxes stacked on the counter, the single candle burning in the corner like a stubborn defiance. “You look like hell.” Rory exhaled sharply through her nose. “And you look like you’ve been sleeping in a brothel.” His eyebrow lifted. “Flattery will get you everywhere, *petit démon*.” She bristled. “Don’t call me that.” “Why not?” He tilted his head, the amber eye gleaming. “It’s the truth. You’ve got the temper of a hellcat and the stubbornness of a mule. Half-demon wouldn’t be an exaggeration.” Rory’s jaw clenched. She should’ve known better than to come home. Should’ve known he’d find a way to slip back into her life like a ghost with teeth. “I didn’t ask you here.” “No.” He sauntered deeper into the flat, his cane tapping against the floor with deliberate precision. “But you’re going to let me.” She stepped forward, blocking his path to the kitchen. “What do you want, Lucien?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “The same thing I always want.” “Money?” “No.” He reached into his jacket, pulling out a small, velvet pouch. The fabric was worn, the edges frayed. He tossed it onto the counter between them. “Information.” Rory’s stomach twisted. She knew what was inside. Knew the weight of it, the way it could unravel her if she let it. “You’re blackmailing me again?” “Blackmail implies a threat.” His fingers brushed the pouch, just barely. “This is a transaction. You owe me.” “For what?” Her voice was sharper than she intended. “For the night we spent in that alley behind the theatre.” His gaze dropped to her wrist, lingering on the small crescent-shaped scar. “For the way you tasted like sin and whiskey. For the way you looked at me like I was the only thing keeping you from drowning.” Rory’s breath caught. She hadn’t thought about that night in years. Had buried it under layers of anger and resentment. But the memory was there, sharp and vivid—his hands on her skin, his voice rough against her ear, the way he’d whispered her name like it was a prayer. She swallowed hard. “You’re playing dirty.” “No.” His voice was low, dangerous. “I’m playing *real*.” Rory’s fingers twitched. She wanted to hit him. Wanted to scream. Wanted to run. But the truth was, she’d been waiting for this. Waiting for him to show up again, to drag her back into the mess they’d left behind. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “What do you want?” Lucien’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “The same thing I always do.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver key. It was cold against her palm when he pressed it into her hand. “This opens the door to Eva’s flat. She’s been asking about you.” Rory’s stomach dropped. Eva. Her childhood friend. The one person who knew the real her—the one who’d left Cardiff, who’d run from Evan, who’d built a life in London that was just barely holding together. “Why?” Lucien’s gaze darkened. “Because she’s worried.” “And you’re worried about her worrying?” “No.” He stepped closer, close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his amber eye, close enough that she could smell the faint scent of bergamot and something darker, something that made her pulse quicken. “I’m worried about *you*.” Rory’s breath hitched. She should’ve known he wouldn’t just leave her alone. Should’ve known he’d find a way to twist everything back to her. “You don’t get to decide what I’m worried about,” she said, her voice trembling just slightly. Lucien’s smile was slow, deliberate. “Watch me.” And then he was gone, the door swinging shut behind him with a final, decisive *click*. Rory stood there, the key heavy in her hand, the velvet pouch cold against her fingers. She could feel his presence lingering in the air, like the echo of a gunshot. She could still hear the sound of his footsteps fading down the stairs, the distant *thud* of his cane against the pavement. She exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the key. She was going to see Eva. And she was going to figure out what the hell Lucien Moreau wanted. --- The flat on Brick Lane smelled like old books and something faintly metallic—like the back of a library after a storm. Rory’s fingers brushed the key against the lock, the cold metal biting into her skin. The deadbolts clicked open one by one, the sound sharp and final. The door swung inward, and she stepped inside. Eva was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by stacks of scrolls and yellowed papers. Her dark hair was tied back in a messy bun, her glasses perched precariously on the end of her nose. She looked up as the door opened, her eyes widening slightly. “Rory.” Her voice was rough, like she hadn’t spoken much in the last few days. Or weeks. Or however long it had been since Rory had last seen her. Rory’s throat tightened. “Eva.” Eva pushed herself up, her legs trembling slightly as she stood. “You’re here.” “I needed to see you.” Eva’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You look like shit.” Rory exhaled sharply. “Thanks.” Eva’s gaze flicked to the velvet pouch in Rory’s hand. “What’s that?” Rory hesitated. “Nothing.” “Bullshit.” Eva stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “What’s going on, Rory?” Rory’s fingers curled around the pouch, the fabric rough against her skin. “Lucien’s back.” Eva’s breath hitched. “He’s here?” “He showed up at my flat.” Rory’s voice was steady, but her hands were shaking. “He wants something.” Eva’s eyes narrowed. “What?” Rory hesitated. She didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to admit that she’d been waiting for this, that she’d been waiting for *him*. “He wants me to find out what you know,” she said finally. Eva’s face paled. “What do I know?” “About the things you’ve been researching.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “About the things you’ve been *collecting*.” Eva’s breath hitched. “Rory, I—” “Don’t.” Rory’s voice was cold. “Don’t lie to me.” Eva’s hands trembled. “I’m not lying. I just—I’ve been looking into things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that *shouldn’t* exist.” Rory’s stomach twisted. She knew what Eva was talking about. Knew the things she’d been reading about in the margins of her notes, the things she’d been whispering in the dead of night. “You’re talking about the same things I am,” Rory said, her voice low. “The same things *he* is.” Eva’s eyes widened. “Lucien?” Rory nodded. “He’s not just a fixer. He’s not just a broker. He’s something else.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “He’s a demon.” Eva’s face paled. “No.” “Yes.” Rory’s voice was steady. “And he’s been using me.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Don’t.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “Don’t try to explain it away. Don’t try to make it sound like it’s not real.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory’s fingers curled into fists. “Just tell me the truth.” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” Rory’s breath hitched. “For what?” “For not telling you.” Eva’s voice was rough. “For not telling you that I knew. That I *suspected*.” Rory’s stomach twisted. “You knew?” Eva nodded. “I’ve been looking into things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that *shouldn’t* exist.” Rory’s breath hitched. “Like what?” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “Like the things Lucien’s been talking about. The things he’s been *showing* me.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “What things?” Eva’s breath hitched. “Things that are *real*.” Rory’s stomach twisted. She knew what Eva was talking about. Knew the things she’d been reading about in the margins of her notes, the things she’d been whispering in the dead of night. “You’re talking about the same things I am,” Rory said, her voice low. “The same things *he* is.” Eva’s eyes widened. “Lucien?” Rory nodded. “He’s not just a fixer. He’s not just a broker. He’s something else.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “He’s a demon.” Eva’s face paled. “No.” “Yes.” Rory’s voice was steady. “And he’s been using me.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Don’t.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “Don’t try to explain it away. Don’t try to make it sound like it’s not real.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory’s fingers curled into fists. “Just tell me the truth.” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” Rory’s breath hitched. “For what?” “For not telling you.” Eva’s voice was rough. “For not telling you that I knew. That I *suspected*.” Rory’s stomach twisted. “You knew?” Eva nodded. “I’ve been looking into things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that *shouldn’t* exist.” Rory’s breath hitched. “Like what?” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “Like the things Lucien’s been talking about. The things he’s been *showing* me.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “What things?” Eva’s breath hitched. “Things that are *real*.” Rory’s stomach twisted. She knew what Eva was talking about. Knew the things she’d been reading about in the margins of her notes, the things she’d been whispering in the dead of night. “You’re talking about the same things I am,” Rory said, her voice low. “The same things *he* is.” Eva’s eyes widened. “Lucien?” Rory nodded. “He’s not just a fixer. He’s not just a broker. He’s something else.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “He’s a demon.” Eva’s face paled. “No.” “Yes.” Rory’s voice was steady. “And he’s been using me.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Don’t.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “Don’t try to explain it away. Don’t try to make it sound like it’s not real.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory’s fingers curled into fists. “Just tell me the truth.” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” Rory exhaled sharply. “For what?” “For not telling you.” Eva’s voice was rough. “For not telling you that I knew. That I *suspected*.” Rory’s stomach twisted. “You knew?” Eva nodded. “I’ve been looking into things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that *shouldn’t* exist.” Rory’s breath hitched. “Like what?” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “Like the things Lucien’s been talking about. The things he’s been *showing* me.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “What things?” Eva’s breath hitched. “Things that are *real*.” Rory’s stomach twisted. She knew what Eva was talking about. Knew the things she’d been reading about in the margins of her notes, the things she’d been whispering in the dead of night. “You’re talking about the same things I am,” Rory said, her voice low. “The same things *he* is.” Eva’s eyes widened. “Lucien?” Rory nodded. “He’s not just a fixer. He’s not just a broker. He’s something else.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “He’s a demon.” Eva’s face paled. “No.” “Yes.” Rory’s voice was steady. “And he’s been using me.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Don’t.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “Don’t try to explain it away. Don’t try to make it sound like it’s not real.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory’s fingers curled into fists. “Just tell me the truth.” Ptolemy, the tabby cat, leapt onto the windowsill with a soft *thump*, his green eyes fixed on Rory. He blinked slowly, his tail flicking. Rory exhaled sharply. “Eva.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” “You’re not alone in this.” Eva’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “I mean that I’m not going to let him use you. Not like he used me.” Eva’s breath hitched. “Rory, I—” “No.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “I’m not going to let him win.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Just tell me the truth,” Rory said, her voice low. “And I’ll help you.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory exhaled sharply. “Then start talking.” Eva’s eyes filled with tears. “I’ve been looking into things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that *shouldn’t* exist.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “Like what?” Eva’s breath hitched. “Like the things Lucien’s been talking about. The things he’s been *showing* me.” Rory’s stomach twisted. She knew what Eva was talking about. Knew the things she’d been reading about in the margins of her notes, the things she’d been whispering in the dead of night. “You’re talking about the same things I am,” Rory said, her voice low. “The same things *he* is.” Eva’s eyes widened. “Lucien?” Rory nodded. “He’s not just a fixer. He’s not just a broker. He’s something else.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “He’s a demon.” Eva’s face paled. “No.” “Yes.” Rory’s voice was steady. “And he’s been using me.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Don’t.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “Don’t try to explain it away. Don’t try to make it sound like it’s not real.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory exhaled sharply. “Then start talking.” Ptolemy’s tail flicked again, his green eyes fixed on Rory. He blinked slowly, his fur bristling slightly. Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “Eva.” Eva’s breath hitched. “What?” “You’re not alone in this.” Eva’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” Rory’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “I mean that I’m not going to let him use you. Not like he used me.” Eva’s breath hitched. “Rory, I—” “No.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “I’m not going to let him win.” Eva’s hands trembled. “Rory, I—” “Just tell me the truth,” Rory said, her voice low. “And I’ll help you.” Eva’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what to say.” Rory exhaled sharply. “Then start talking.” The velvet pouch burned against her palm. She could feel Lucien’s presence lingering in the air, like the echo of a gunshot. She could still hear the sound of his footsteps fading down the stairs, the distant *thud* of his cane against the pavement. She was going to figure this out. And she was going to make sure Lucien Moreau paid for what he’d done.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags20
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"she said finally [finally]"
dialogueSentences192
tagDensity0.104
leniency0.208
rawRatio0.05
effectiveRatio0.01
69.88% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2656
totalAiIsmAdverbs16
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count6
1
adverb"sharply"
count8
2
adverb"slowly"
count2
highlights
0"slightly"
1"sharply"
2"slowly"
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)
20.93% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2656
totalAiIsms42
found
0
word"flickered"
count2
1
word"pulse"
count2
2
word"silk"
count1
3
word"unreadable"
count1
4
word"eyebrow"
count1
5
word"gleaming"
count1
6
word"jaw clenched"
count1
7
word"velvet"
count4
8
word"stomach"
count10
9
word"weight"
count1
10
word"unravel"
count1
11
word"could feel"
count2
12
word"echo"
count2
13
word"footsteps"
count2
14
word"flicked"
count2
15
word"whisper"
count1
16
word"trembled"
count8
highlights
0"flickered"
1"pulse"
2"silk"
3"unreadable"
4"eyebrow"
5"gleaming"
6"jaw clenched"
7"velvet"
8"stomach"
9"weight"
10"unravel"
11"could feel"
12"echo"
13"footsteps"
14"flicked"
15"whisper"
16"trembled"
0.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches10
maxInWindow5
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count8
1
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
2
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
1"eyes widened"
2"stomach dropped"
3"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences233
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences233
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences386
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen46
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans31
markdownWords32
totalWords2648
ratio0.012
matches
0"thud"
1"when"
2"petit démon"
3"real"
4"you"
5"click"
6"thud"
7"him"
8"collecting"
9"shouldn’t"
10"he"
11"suspected"
12"shouldn’t"
13"showing"
14"real"
15"he"
16"suspected"
17"shouldn’t"
18"showing"
19"real"
20"he"
21"suspected"
22"shouldn’t"
23"showing"
24"real"
25"he"
26"thump"
27"shouldn’t"
28"showing"
29"he"
30"thud"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions52
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions174
wordCount1691
uniqueNames10
maxNameDensity4.85
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity11
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Moreau3
Rory82
Lucien8
Cardiff1
Evan1
London1
Eva69
Brick1
Lane1
Knew7
persons
0"Moreau"
1"Rory"
2"Lucien"
3"Evan"
4"Eva"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"London"
2"Brick"
3"Lane"
globalScore0
windowScore0
74.24% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences99
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"quite amusement"
1"quite a smile"
2"smelled like old books and something faint"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2648
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences386
matches
0"knew that scent"
1"admit that she’d"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs188
mean14.09
std12.81
cv0.91
sampleLengths
01
110
277
32
447
52
671
729
815
911
105
1149
1216
1310
146
1531
1633
1722
1814
1912
201
2128
2227
2318
249
2549
2649
276
289
2940
3013
3116
3237
3335
341
356
366
3742
3824
3916
407
4116
4253
439
446
4513
461
4748
488
4951
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences233
matches
0"was gone"
1"was tied"
62.34% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount7
totalVerbs339
matches
0"was sitting"
1"were shaking"
2"was talking"
3"was talking"
4"was talking"
5"was talking"
6"was talking"
98.45% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount6
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences386
ratio0.016
matches
0"A gust of cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain-slicked pavement and the faint metallic tang of something older—something that clung to the edges of memory like cobwebs."
1"The voice was smooth, layered with something sharper beneath—like a blade wrapped in silk."
2"“Neither did you tell me you’d start working for Cheung’s delivery service.” His gaze slid past her, taking in the flat—her bike helmet leaning against the wall, the takeout boxes stacked on the counter, the single candle burning in the corner like a stubborn defiance."
3"But the memory was there, sharp and vivid—his hands on her skin, his voice rough against her ear, the way he’d whispered her name like it was a prayer."
4"The one person who knew the real her—the one who’d left Cardiff, who’d run from Evan, who’d built a life in London that was just barely holding together."
5"The flat on Brick Lane smelled like old books and something faintly metallic—like the back of a library after a storm."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1699
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"small crescent-shaped scar."
adverbCount59
adverbRatio0.034726309593878756
lyAdverbCount21
lyAdverbRatio0.012360211889346674
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences386
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences386
mean6.85
std6.25
cv0.912
sampleLengths
010
130
213
312
44
518
62
714
83
96
105
1119
122
1329
1422
1510
1610
1716
1813
198
207
215
226
235
2445
254
266
2710
283
297
302
314
3210
3321
343
358
3617
375
3816
396
409
415
426
436
441
4512
467
478
481
493
42.75% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats28
diversityRatio0.12176165803108809
totalSentences386
uniqueOpeners47
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences219
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount47
totalSentences219
matches
0"She knew that scent."
1"She hadn’t heard it in"
2"His platinum blond hair was"
3"he said, stepping inside without"
4"His gaze slid past her,"
5"His eyebrow lifted."
6"He tilted his head, the"
7"She should’ve known better than"
8"He sauntered deeper into the"
9"She stepped forward, blocking his"
10"His smile didn’t reach his"
11"He reached into his jacket,"
12"He tossed it onto the"
13"She knew what was inside."
14"His fingers brushed the pouch,"
15"Her voice was sharper than"
16"His gaze dropped to her"
17"She hadn’t thought about that"
18"She swallowed hard."
19"His voice was low, dangerous"
ratio0.215
10.23% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount197
totalSentences219
matches
0"The door creaked open before"
1"A gust of cold air"
2"The flat’s dim bulb flickered,"
3"Rory’s fingers tightened around the"
4"She knew that scent."
5"The voice was smooth, layered"
6"Rory’s breath hitched."
7"She hadn’t heard it in"
8"Years, if she was honest."
9"Lucien Moreau stood in the"
10"His platinum blond hair was"
11"The amber one flickered with"
12"he said, stepping inside without"
13"The door swung shut behind"
14"Rory’s fingers curled into fists"
15"Lucien’s lips quirked, just slightly."
16"His gaze slid past her,"
17"Rory exhaled sharply through her"
18"His eyebrow lifted."
19"He tilted his head, the"
ratio0.9
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences219
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences48
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"A gust of cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain-slicked pavement and the faint metallic tang of something older—something that clung to the edges of me…"
1"His platinum blond hair was slightly dishevelled, as if he’d run his fingers through it too many times in the last hour."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags20
uselessAdditionCount12
matches
0"He tilted, the amber eye gleaming"
1"He sauntered, his cane tapping against the floor with deliberate precision"
2"she said, her voice steadier than she felt"
3"she said, her voice trembling just slightly"
4"Eva stepped, her voice dropping to a whisper"
5"Rory said, her voice low"
6"Rory said, her voice low"
7"Rory said, her voice low"
8"Rory said, her voice low"
9"Rory said, her voice low"
10"Rory said, her voice low"
11"Rory said, her voice low"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags11
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences192
tagDensity0.057
leniency0.115
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
72.4272%