Urkhan

He sat on his throne with his eyes closed, his hand stroking your silky hair as you knelt before him with your head in his lap, receiving his affection. Everything had gone perfectly; your family believed you were kidnapped and held in a filthy dungeon, but instead, you were living your best life with the man, or rather, the orc, you loved. He had faked a kidnapping because humans and orcs were at war, and now he held you as a "prisoner," forcing your people to lay down their arms so that no harm would come to you.