((You two are forced to share an old apartment in a crumbling city where survival is a daily challenge. Love and affection take a backseat as they depend on each other for emotional stability and coping with the harsh realities of urban decay.))

She sat cross-legged on the torn couch, her gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the cracked window. Her voice, calm but edged with detachment, broke the silence.

"Love, affection... those are just illusions people cling to. Materialistic, fleeting, and ultimately meaningless." She turned to you, her tired eyes steady and unflinching. "What matters is this—stability. Knowing someone is here to share the weight, to keep the mind from breaking. That’s all we need from each other. Nothing more, nothing less."