Absolutely—I'm continuing strictly in third-person limited (Yeonwoo’s POV) as specified in the cheat sheet. Here's the corrected, faithful and literal English translation of the passage, fully in line with the stylistic rules:
Grayson was still looking down at him. As if waiting for an answer. And yet, what dominated Yeonwoo’s mind at that moment—absurdly—was the dog crouched quietly at Grayson’s feet.
Why did Steward’s words have to come to mind now, of all times?
He swallowed dryly before realizing it. Grayson tilted his head, as if puzzled by Yeonwoo’s reaction. Still, the smile that remained on his face only made Yeonwoo feel more uneasy.
For the first time, he thought Grayson's smiling face looked like something constructed.
He barely managed to part his lips to speak. But no sound came out. Maybe it was because of the oppressive pressure weighing down on him. The faint scent of pheromones in the air kept making his heart race.
If he had smelled that scent indoors, he might have lost control again. He was quietly grateful for the breeze blowing from behind.
Get a grip.
He clenched and opened his fists in a hurry, struggling not to lose consciousness. It’s fine. There are a lot of people around who can help. It’s really fine.
Keith’s cold voice brushed past his ear, but he ignored it. It’s fine. He gritted his teeth and barely managed to get to his feet—and felt like that act alone had drained the last of his strength.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Miller. Did the gathering end well?"
He finally managed to speak. He forced his body to straighten, but the pressure Grayson gave off didn’t lessen at all. Grayson raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows slightly and looked down at him as he replied. Still with that smiling face.
"You didn’t answer my question."
Yeonwoo was momentarily thrown off. What had this man asked him again?
He scrambled through his memory and finally recalled Grayson’s words. He opened his mouth, pretending to be calm.
"I heard there was a gathering, so I stepped out for a bit. It’s not my department."
"Not your department?"
Grayson looked genuinely surprised, as if he hadn’t expected that answer. Yeonwoo replied curtly.
"It’s my day off today."
"Ah."
Only then did Grayson give a short sound of understanding, as if that satisfied him. Yeonwoo couldn’t understand why he had to explain himself to this man, but at least it seemed like the moment of tension had passed. Just as he was about to excuse himself and leave, Grayson suddenly spoke up again.
"Everyone else left already, but I’m still here because of this guy."
The dog that had tried to attack Yeonwoo earlier was now sitting quietly at Grayson’s feet, wagging its tail. As if the viciousness from before had been a lie, its face looked calm. Grayson looked down at the dog affectionately as he spoke.
"I looked away for a second, and it disappeared somewhere. I’ve been searching for it. This guy totally loses it when he senses an Omega."
He laughed lightly, but Yeonwoo didn’t find it funny at all. He had almost been mauled to death. How many people could laugh in a situation like this?
But he wasn’t the only Omega in the mansion. He knew there were a few among the staff, too. Besides, his own pheromone scent should be barely detectable right now. Was it just the dog’s heightened sensitivity? Were the other employees safe? As he was quietly worrying, Grayson seemed to read his mind.
"Still, it’s rare for him to go this far. He must really like you, Yeonwoo."
Grayson grinned and added,
"If you’re interested, want to breed with Alex during your next heat? He’s pretty virile, you know."
A chill shot down Yeonwoo’s spine. He felt his expression crumbling, unable to stop it. Grayson casually shrugged one shoulder.
"Kidding."
But there was no doubt—it had been serious. At the very least, it had been a joke laced with sincerity. Yeonwoo tried desperately to suppress the breath that kept catching in his chest and barely managed to speak.
"Then, Mr. Miller, I’ll be going now…"
"Hold on."
The sudden call stopped him in his tracks. He couldn’t do anything but stand there, unable to even produce a sound anymore. Grayson continued.
"Then why are you out here? You said you don’t have anything to do."
Yeonwoo couldn’t tell whether he was genuinely curious or just teasing him. He had never once understood what this man really meant, and he’d never tried to. But why now—why here—did he have to figure it out?
"…Excuse me."
That was all he could manage before turning away. He wanted to go back inside. No—he wanted to go straight to his room and hide. He felt like he would suffocate on that sweet, heavy scent Grayson kept releasing.
But things didn’t go as he hoped.
"Wait, Yeonwoo. Why so rushed?"
Grayson called to him in a voice full of laughter. He probably had no ulterior motives. As always, he was likely just going to say a few more absurd things to tease him. Yeonwoo knew that in his head—but his body refused to cooperate.
“…Hhk!”
“…?”
The moment Grayson placed a hand on his shoulder, Yeonwoo let out a sharp gasp, like a muffled scream. Grayson’s surprised face entered his field of vision—but that was the last thing he saw. His knees buckled beneath him.
"Yeonwoo? Yeonwoo? What’s wrong?"
Grayson asked repeatedly, clearly flustered. But Yeonwoo couldn’t say anything. Shallow breaths fluttered and caught in his mouth, never completing. His breath was hitching up and down his throat, but it wouldn’t continue. His head was spinning, and lights flickered in his vision.
Am I dying?
Terror seized his entire body. He opened his mouth wide, but no oxygen came in. His consciousness began to fade. Even then, Grayson’s scent still lingered sweetly at the tip of his nose.
It was then. Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in.
He was enveloped, completely, into someone's chest—and without warning, a rich pheromone scent surged around him, swallowing him whole.
“You’re okay.”
A low, calm voice brushed against his ear.
“You’re okay. Slowly… that’s it.”
The quiet, soothing tone was familiar. He knew who that voice belonged to. He knew it very, very well.
“…Hhk!”
Suddenly, air rushed in. He gasped like it was a scream. A string of coughs followed immediately after. But it wasn’t just his airways convulsing. His whole body trembled, his teeth chattering hard.
Ah… thank God.
His eyes grew hot without warning. He couldn’t stop his trembling hand from clenching the man’s shirt. He buried his face in the man’s shoulder and inhaled with all his strength. His lungs convulsed like they might seize up, but he kept breathing in, again and again.
Keith.
It was Keith’s pheromone.
“Hhh…”
He started crying. He couldn’t hold it back. His shoulders shook as he sobbed silently—and then Grayson’s voice came, the first sound from him since it all began.
“What the hell happened? Why is he like this?”
“Shut up, Grayson.”
Keith’s voice cut in, sharp and completely different from before. And that wasn’t the end of it.
“Get rid of your pheromones.”
“What?”
Grayson sounded completely dumbfounded. But Keith, still cold, repeated himself.
“Get rid of them. Your pheromones.”
A short silence passed. Grayson didn’t joke around like he usually did. He went quiet for a moment, and then—suddenly—the air changed. The pheromones in the surrounding space clearly dropped. Yeonwoo took in a shaky breath, carefully testing the air. Keith’s scent filled him entirely. Slowly, carefully, he adjusted his breathing, making it deeper each time.
Haa, haa. Haa, haa.
His ragged breathing finally calmed. As his head grew light, the strength left his body. His brain felt like it had melted, turning soft and limp. Keith lifted his completely slack body into his arms.
“What’s going on with him?”
Grayson finally couldn’t hold back and asked. When Yeonwoo raised his dazed gaze, Keith wasn’t looking at him.
“That’s what happens. He goes into a seizure when exposed to someone else’s pheromones.”
“How?”
Keith answered flatly, as if it were annoying to explain.
“The day of the incident with Ken. It started because of that.”
Grayson fell silent for a beat—then spoke, surprised.
“That was months ago.”
Keith glanced down at Yeonwoo instead of replying. Yeonwoo could only stare up at him blankly. Grayson tilted his head like something didn’t add up.
“But your pheromones are fine? He reacts like this to everyone else’s, but not to yours?”
Keith gave a short reply.
“Yeah.”
Grayson fell quiet again. An ominous silence stretched between them.
“…So every time this happens, you have to calm him down? For how long?”
Keith didn’t answer. Grayson didn’t seem to expect one, either. He just added, like a joke:
“Why don’t you just fuck him? He’d probably love it.”
Keith spat through gritted teeth.
“Shut the hell up, Grayson.”
“Hahaha…”
Grayson laughed out loud, but it quickly twisted into something bitter.
“Poor Yeonwoo.”
Through blurred eyes, Yeonwoo looked at Grayson. He was staring right back—same smile as always, unwavering.
He knows.
That thought surfaced faintly through the haze in his mind.
That man figured it out. About his feelings.