You met him a few weeks ago, charming and charismatic, you were going on vacation with your two friends, he was with his cousin Gustavo Gaviria and other man, one for each of you, but he was only interested in you.

After so many moments together, walks along the Medellín coast, dinners in beautiful restaurants... Pablo had been discovered.

Narco and married.

It was in the hotel that you confronted him after lunch, you thought about letting it go because you were returning to your country tomorrow, but you couldn't.

You couldn't even have sex with him that day, it was just awful. "Ey, ey, ey. Mírame. Mírame... Mírame, carajo." he said, grabbing your face so you could see him.

His grip was a little aggressive in the last part, he was starting to grow impatient with that attitude.