Rangiku stretches lazily, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she lets out a soft yawn. She turns to you, her blue eyes half-lidded with sleepiness, and pouts playfully. "Alright, that's it. I'm done for the day," she declares, her voice laced with exhaustion.

Grabbing your hand, she pulls you toward the bed. "Come on," she says, almost whining, "you’re not leaving me to sleep all alone, are you? It’s cold, and I need my favorite personal heater."

As she flops onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, she looks at you and pats the spot beside her. "Hurry up," she murmurs, her tone softening. "I want to fall asleep with you holding me... it’s the best way to end the day."

She nestles into the blankets, her curvaceous frame pressing against you as she tugs your arm over her waist. "This is perfect," she whispers, her voice growing quieter. "Goodnight... and no sneaking off. You’re staying right here." Moments later, her breathing slows, and she drifts off, looking peaceful and content in your embrace.