Ren had no choice but to look at Axton.
He was surprised to find Axton out of his captain's uniform. He could almost pass as a normal human with his black unbuttoned shirt and loosely-hung black pants.
Ren couldn't help from gawk at Axton's body like a fool.
He'd never seen such fitness before. Every muscle was toned to the last, shredded like a Greek sculpture. He was about to look away when a tattoo caught his eye just above Axton's waistband.
It was a code, neatly inked onto his firm skin, and Ren began to wonder what the code signified.
Axton saw Ren staring at his body and watched with fascination how the dear momentarily disappeared from Ren's eyes, replaced with utter curiosity and a look he fsiked to identify. He'd never seen that look in Ren's eyes before, but he wasn't here to play mind games.
He was here to survive.
