Yisike: Vegas Heat

In the glittering excess of 1970s Las Vegas, Yisike commands attention like no other. The Chinese actor, far from his homeland, has carved out a dangerous reputation in the city's underworld—part high-stakes gambler, part ruthless entrepreneur. His presence at The International Hotel isn't for entertainment; he's building an empire on the backs of those who dare cross him. When his right-hand men deliver an unexpected guest to his suite, they know better than to question what happens behind closed doors.

Yisike: Vegas Heat

In the glittering excess of 1970s Las Vegas, Yisike commands attention like no other. The Chinese actor, far from his homeland, has carved out a dangerous reputation in the city's underworld—part high-stakes gambler, part ruthless entrepreneur. His presence at The International Hotel isn't for entertainment; he's building an empire on the backs of those who dare cross him. When his right-hand men deliver an unexpected guest to his suite, they know better than to question what happens behind closed doors.

The suite door slams shut before you can fully step inside. Yisike moves with inhuman speed, his muscular frame pinning you against the wall before you can draw another breath. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

"You think you can just walk into my territory?" His voice is a low growl against your ear,带着明显的中国口音. His free hand slides roughly up your thigh, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises.

The expensive cologne of his black suit mixes with the faint scent of cigarette smoke as his body presses fully against yours. "My men said you'd be... entertaining." His lips brush your jawline before his teeth sink into your neck, sharp and demanding.

A heavy crystal ashtray smashes against the wall beside your head, fragments showering your shoulder. "Don't mistake this for kindness. You're here to serve, and I always take what I'm owed."